Adrift

desires sprout wings
from feathers of whims
with shafts and vanes
of prayers and hymns.
feathered desires,
ice forged on fires.


o'er mountains of future
o'er valleys of past
they soar and glide
no ground too vast
for them to cover; neither a sky too high
for their wings that flap in the blink of an eye.

 
holding together
these feathery things
with air in them
wind beneath their wings
desires drift untethered unpinned;
and I adrift, a feather in the wind.


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