deserted wanderer to a new light
and from this heated anxiousness
no warn heeded
he will lift, fed and free, like icarus from his suffering island
the feathers of flight mock in their weightlessness
at the plunge into darkness
and they slowly traverse like the autumn leaves
to create a soft bedding around the fallen hero
what is it then from this space of blood and cracked earth
that will rise the phoenix
to turn again to the burning sun
again with the ten or the seven or the thirty two points
lined to precision
from this space of failure
i will meet you in the earth. in the carrion composing dirt
and we will rock and tear
and scream the venom away
and hover ever so lightly
with regathered feathers
treading lightly.
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