The Continuation of Wings
The bird finds no end in its wings...

You will never find your soulmate
by shopping through windows...

The truth of scripture is this:
you were never meant...

Nothing ever leaves,
nothing ever stays...

On the branches of silence
a red finch rests...

Where is that kind home,
softly known...

Every window has been shut against me,
every door...

Do not bend another’s shape,
for truth walks only...

O mother
Look at me again...

No one ever reaches justice
unless they discover it...

Silence is sovereign.
All sound bows...

Justice aligns itself with the core,
with Zero...