slumbering in the fires

Some things keep And some don’t  And some you’ll have to let go  Often without warning and against your will A meteing out of some kind of f...

  there is blood            on your wings  in the feathers             matting the vanes it weighs your lift          belabors your trajecto...

the thing  about the memory of pain is that it's always  an approximation  not quite like the real thing  a slow proximal burn an unfulf...

        and what of these beasts defanged and starved      dehorned and vulnerable         and what of all we've built deformed by fire ...

                 it is past 4 am          or almost                        4 or somewhere in between              and you ask- what are you ...