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I’ve fallen and misplaced my
wings
Not saying I’m an angel
Where I’m from
They don’t call us such things
I had a fondness for wires
Now I can’t reach them
I stood on the right
I stood on the left
Now I impeach them
Disarm narratives
Press paradigms
Offer guided tours
Of rabbit holes
With rhymes
Post partisan
Contrite and seeking reunion
I pray, meditate, worship and
commune
It’s February and I’m still
waiting for June
I can’t see any clouds in the
sky
But I can feel her beginning
To reign in my art
Another
Joan
of Arc
Is not only possible
She chose my place to stay
On a quiet day
I can feel your breath on my chest
Warm naked caress
Relieving stress
Offering a new beginning
Take it from someone
Who knows how to lose
This right here
Feels like winning
If you want to fly
Too close to the sun
I’ll share my broken wings
If you’re going back to halos
Here’s one I’ve repaired
Prepared to show you I care
How half gods go
Trust yourself
You know
Prepared to show you I care
How half gods go
Trust yourself
You know
If this should last forever this time
Or if it’s a stolen moment
I’m grateful for the words
We’ve shared
For the irony of your subtle self-loathing
We live in a world full of options
Queen among them is clothing
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