her bird in a cage

she was,

everything i wanted to explain.


every bough i wished to break


i came to understand,

she was a wild wind,

you set your sails to

and not against.

she was a path,

to orbit along,

and you’d thence,

find the best of her-

tucked into every breath of the earth,

and into every spit of the seas.

her face,

is what the Crystal Ball sees.

but maybe,

there’s beauty,

that is to be never understood.

there’s houses to be not lived in,

but i refuse,

to be a bird in her cage,

and never learn to spread my wingd

arms and fly.

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