Circular

Entwined

as feathered flock upon the breeze

somewhat less divine in our declined

pirouettes toward the seas—

these claws are not unbloodied,

these beaks, they aims to ache,

but though our flight be muddied

our crosses yet shall never break,

for neither I, nor you

can take the pain we bring,

but far worse the silence would accrue

without that other voice to sing.

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4 thoughts on “Circular

  1. I think this is a huge metaphor Chris – (as well as small). Yes it can refer to two – a friend, a lover, a mate; but also to tribes, to races, to genders, to states. Union is never perfect, but there is beauty in compromise and hammering out the details. Insightful and exquisite work – tight, concise, and potent!

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