Turquoise Eagle Wings

Yesterday’s rhymes
don’t work anymore —

Don’t you know bro’
that we’re in
another space
another place.

The river’s run

The earth no
longer touches the sky.

Insides are out
and my belly button’s
shriveled and dried.

Clouds of adamant fumes:
The lights always burn —
No refuge.

No wonder they cry
in the deepest
their blue velvet skies,

As Bear is entombed
beneath poisoned fumes.

I cry and yet
I still dance
tall and free–

No bars around me
can keep my

from flying on

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