His Song

His song grew roots and

spread eagle’s wings

in atmospheric view of hyper

space having him kept

captive to soft touching

and angelic feathers

his song rippled endlessly

over bitter winter and

short July yet it furrowed

the earth’s face with

a shallow grave where he

might leave his cadaver

when the time comes but

not a short moment earlier

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