Bird As Fish

Blue sky just tapered on the sides by the green leaves of the trees, looking up from a dirtish road, moving along. Perhaps a field filled with golden rod. Golden travels. Where I want to be, gone. So unincumbered. Not bound. Silk binds too, perhaps you didn't know.

Soon, perhaps very soon, out on momumental parole. Stretch my legs. New born. And gone. Your silk binds me. Perhaps you didn't know. Swaddled fetus. Atrophy. Young legs long, folded away.

Lay under stars of silver with my head to the side, eyes half closed. Kisses to sleep with cold nose resting on the ground. Alone. Freedom kisses.

Maps, and maps too. Mustn't lose my way, now that I am out. Loose my way. Follow my way to the stars and back, and very much to that meadow. That place in my heart, that place that all my pictures depict. That one place where I shall find peace. Find my way.

Your silk binds me together. But my dismembered parts have remembered where they belong, and they heal and itch. Please let me go.

Mmm, to be a child again, if only I could be a child again. I can just picture it. I can picture that meadow. Daylight awaits me. Daylight and dancing. What if you almost heard a laugh? But what happens there shall be mine and mine alone. Curtains falling. Falling.

I shall return to you. Altered. Found my heaven, my Mecca, my God. It is there I shall meet Him and I shall return glowing.

And I shan't need your silk any more.

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