Your flesh touched mine
And the pain threw me aside...

I’m searching the horizon
Feeling my eyes wizen...

Some would say I am blessed
To see beyond our lies...

I’m cradled in the branches
I’ve grown into them...

My feathers are rumpled with a layer of dirty oil
Without my softest wings I can’t fly, stuck...

The night’s a dancing
The moons come to call...

No! You can’t
Won’t let you, I shan’t...

Life is a ribbon
Passed to the next in line...

The river’s gabble draws me in
Its foamy froth fills me up...

My eyes flicker open; it’s a signal for my...
Time to perform its sinister freedom...

The ways I live by hunt me
I’m the fish at the end of the line...

The angels are singing but splintered by a groan
An almighty clash deafens them as he finds his...