Take flight upon the cruise
Of the hundred wishful feathers
As it pretends to be claws
That grasp at the forsaken loom
Crawling beneath every surge
That expands to a thousand
Heights, in come piercing
The debris of your nightmare
Take shelter in its nest
Take caution in its rest
Lick the metal-tasting scars
And the juiciest wounds
As you stand firmly, grounded
On a concrete of bones
And littered, tethered blows
Of hue and cigarette dreams
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