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your wings, too fragile

you wings (too fragile

to sweep the air)

mire you

to the ground like

a collar.

the asters of daybreak

(the bar between here

and boundlessness)

summon your quills up

(i see them quiver

i hoist you)

your wingtips

graze the stars

and

(the immovability of)

darkness pins you in the sky,

a curtain.

(you have always been my favorite fixture)

look at how the universe sways for you.

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