I'm walking up against
the wind,
this is indeed my
borrowed time
the cuffs, the lattice
the burning furnace
the thorny glade
the wired wall
magnitude of malevolence,
one tired hand upon another
cutting into this air
slithering through inadvertently
egress, the high transom window
and sight of sunshine
...
I'm walking with the
wind now,
this is no longer
borrowed time
the hatchery
the abundant cloud
the river, the highway
the umbilical love
relevance of release
into the transformation,
the perpetual firelight
the significant ease
the expanding awareness
all flight, free
as feathers
(Image from fineartamerica.com)
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