setting flight
over land
only to find
soon later
on looking down
only water
all around
and forever deep
not sure how much air
there's left to hold wings
but seeing nowhere
that won't swallow me whole
upon resting
sometimes
I can go years
forgetting this
is all I am doing
sometimes
only days between tears
and wet sleeves
all the while
pushing feathers
over waves
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