future things

wrap my wings
this bruised soul
until it sings
tell myself there is
no looking back from here

tuck my head
behind your heart
learn to thread
reconstruct an empire
invite my friends to walk away

lay this moss
spread a feast
hands extend across borders
imprisoned lonely beast
come along for the ride…

unfurl from your curl
extend your eyes to see
this brevity can be longer
unfair to you
but I need to know your near these future things


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