I thought
I followed
that altar call
Down forbidden cracks
Where thee dirty soil
Remains fertile
[whisper of wings
spreading.
luminous
horizon]
Down delinquent boulevards
appetites circulate
directionless breeze
Down desolate fields
labor toils
repetitively broke
Glancing over
Up under
that pale azure
Feverish sky
Welcomed
by shade,
unceasing
wings
