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Sometimes Flight is Sight
You thought
I
was dead, maybe
I was,
maybe I am… Dead.
But
I feel like
I
am here, here,
with
a structure of vendetta,
absent
of
vengeance, an impossible crucible
of wisdom,
that is,
knowledge applied
to proliferation of the skies.
I
was dead, maybe
I was,
maybe I am… Dead.
But
I feel like
I
am here, here,
with
a structure of vendetta,
absent
of
vengeance, an impossible crucible
of wisdom,
that is,
knowledge applied
to proliferation of the skies.
Published 4th Feb 2023
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