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at the wrong end of the spearstaring back, attacker attackedassaulted in the meadow by the weapons lacked

shit stain, the face of earthblood falls fast, the bleeding heart beats until defiled, the sinless robin’s birthalight blue upon the ground, from the sky to the earth down, down

leave to leave, hurt to hurt, forty days and nights of fastingthe spirits of the bird departthe faithless lark, sings in flight, in silence alights, the plumage of the muddy artof mind, the soul’s cyclone joie de vie fighting fright in flight, the dark nightsemiotics, semiotics the language of a bird—bobbed wings, cascading heart,fear expressed, now heard

the lark alights a zoo, the cages washing over youthe impure revelation that the world revolves below your torn shoerestart the treadmill, reforge the bronze thrill

spinning, spinning the trill echoes from the chambers,a punctured lung once singing songs in flight, alight, the frozen ground, the day lostthe phantom of the wounded lark, surrender to the early frost