Thursday, March 14, 2013

I am most unlike the self
I never yet was,
The me I cannot remember
                                         yet
My marrow can't forget.

Wings too dissimilar
To run along the skins of the air
Reduced and hobbling on rough crusts
I sleep with broken feet
I know no others
For raptured dancing I was born
                                                  before
The day of my birth.

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