I hide in the secret
shadow of your wings
When you are near
Though pinion sheared
Bone makes its press
at tension known
Aiming only to escape
Aiming only at ascension
And scapula aches I know
As the thumbprint fills
with sweat
my spirit
My drink
my cup
My link
My link In comforts chain
I see your wings
I see you wings
I know your name
A mind
A book
A bell of silver rings
A heart for all the tarnished things
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