Only feathered beating remains
The rhythm of wings in air then
Against a window this brief
desirable agony
Each word when it leaves the mouth
Like something breathing this instant
Each word wings rapidly into silence
As if the speaker
Could live passionately only
So long as it takes the sound to dissolve
We understand speech
Does not quell mute unseemly angels nor
Between trees and music
A vast blue sky of uncertainty
Leaning in to kiss us
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