Wings Organ

Neglecting blind what is thine.

Bleeding back what sees all time.

Our days create a thirsty verse

of Everglades upon this nurse.

Being mean in consequential spleen,

gives whey to splintery whim. 

Whet disbursing of wisdom wreath.

Thrust must come from beneath.

Lay gently back your pulsing pride.

Fore thou must need some peace inside.

Deep within you do reside.

Take gently now, this say "I".

Organs binding mighty twist.

Spinal pattern doth exist.

The shivering of feather dust.

My wings; no longer are with us.

K.A.P.

5/5/2009