Thursday, September 27, 2012

3899. FLEE WITH WINGS

FLEE WITH WINGS
I've always wished to flee with wings, run the 
highest mountain, travel the stars. People say
'go back from where you came' - oh lord, if
they only knew. This last precipice itself has 
downward, as if there never had been any
bottom  -  all like words and truth (the
stuff of which we wash our hands), filmy,
sheer, and always incomplete. I am the dotage
of this human age, this human place. Watch
me out as I watch out : for you, for your land,
for your waters, your minerals, your planet.
Take advantage of the things I can offer.

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