Bird’s Eye

spunt ethereal and woven with frayed intention

a relic flew whistling in the whirling air

gazing oust o'er rock and sea, seent the vessels

sprouts and tongue sliding lithe across all alleyways

humid air gave to gaseous sea and hollow stone

a paradise spelled itself unable to hold full the scene

none saw full though glimpses poured at the dike

thoughts climbing out of the works that be

a bubble of language flourished on the land

closer beating at the gate with earth at its back

a wave swept all back in, close; their eyes were too far in front.

the bird looked back in itself and saw a growing

and then forward a journey evermore violent

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