Flight
Bestow upon me thy wings,
So that I may fly, soar, crash, burn, rise
covered in blood and feathers
forever keeping in mind that I have left you behind,
as I erupt into a tracne where there are no regret
I vanquish the terror that was locked in my mind
the fear my heart sometimes questions me,
why?
this world I see is the person that I want to be,
bare and belligerent, feebly and small
course at the edges
yet serene
Bestow upon me thy eyes,
so that I may be blinded by fate, mercy, grace
conceived of sight,
little more than thy height
a vessl with assumed abillity of flight
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