Something about you flying through
a fire of dream, your complexity
Icarus and the wing gliding
then glowing then silent.
In a sky where connecting, unless
you forget or fall away, a type of duality
birth and dying, blossoming borrowing
of metaphors, clouds, pillows, swords,
above the frenzied city or storm, thrilled,
invisible, no shape
shame or ancestry.
See how immortals fuse their children to feather,
fasten them to eternal joy
while the blind, wax birds