(Wo)olen (Man)

Where do the clipped wings
Of your lionswool heart
Wish to sail?
What limbs ache for its oxygen?
Stretch leg
Bump elbows with the Universe
That wakes
Only to feel
The curled laughter on your lips
As you kiss the neck of Now.

 
0
Kudos
 
0
Kudos

Now read this

Carroll

The past is called a rabbit hole And you cannot trust your former self as a guide. Nor can you trust the rabbit either he’s got other things to do. You may try to make yourself right sized But still you’ll have the problem of a guide.... Continue →