2010
04.17
04.17
he has skipped among the surface
a soft pebble balancing on breaks;
a limestone never displaced
settling among the smooth; easy
the motion of birds overhead
migrating among the flock;
instinctually led to an oasis
is it a passionate passage?
the mild rush of a cold current
as the school bristles amongst;
fighting against the constant flow
a revelation in their struggle
numbers no longer bring him harmony
a solitary phoenix forged in the fire
not a death but a graceful rebirth
his first flight a sharp plummet
now amongst the predators
he casts himself against
it is not instincts but awakening
he finds new hunting grounds
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