Dark, pungent airs dance light,
wings unfurl in maddened flight-
It flees from prisons of narrow glass,
To be seized, drowned in the empty air.
Pierced by the fine-threaded horizons,
netting the world, end to end-
It falls upon the running wind,
Old screams choked to whispers
Unending, woven tough and thin.
Thus, it forgets the lofty sky,
The sweet carriage of barrelled sleep,
To meet worlds, tempests far in the mist,
Behind a wall of broken songs.
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