The Eagle and the Vulture
Both soar high in the sky, the Eagle seeks prey...
The trail in mind, you had
a problem, before the coming of Him...
I have outgrown the mud
survived the frost...
Cannot possibly
see the mountain in the fog...
Alien waters
a transformation takes place...
beneath leathered glass
majestically swimming...
Wild pigeons
so happy...
Each spring I return to the soil.
Upon my knees...
Clouds below roiled in waves like the truth -
convoluted, twisted, tricky faery gifts...
O Time, may I declare, you are such a marvelous...
Have you autonomously claimed your own beauty and...
My shattered eyes won't easily forget
That terrible destruction I saw that day...
Not begging,
for a native dream...