Machinations
expressing unmentioned urges
that want wings to soar
beyond the bouldering limitations of the physical in accentuating adjectives
taming shrewdly nefarious nouns
screaming for attention
relentlessly grasping at the gears of a greying mind
for scheme and rhyme
time
crime
forcing lucid images that gently
explode into view by aging symbols
confidently hashed, bashed, mashed for a collage
bright white with meaning or dismally dark with abstraction
hoping to find others with wings and yet
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