Wing Deprivation

Bursting with light, above,
dimmer and darker as I go
the hollow heart
of the pitch-black night
beats down below.

sounds and sights…
absence of light…

Lover’s vows and sighs
and reds and frights
and pulses and beggary
and payoffs too slight…

Wings to carry me
away from the void
and into the hole up there…

Threshold Fright: Love.
A storm forming as I go.
Nothing moves,
all is dead silent down below.

Burn the wings, turn the wings
make angel dust into victories of lust
our everything – reduced to nothing.

Wings to carry me
away from the void
and into the hole
waiting down there
if only I dare…

(Bravery is a temporary insanity.)

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