last night
i dreamed of my mother's
bones...
repose
high on her windswept hill
soundlessly...
they drew in
on themselves...
feet became talons
fierce beak
on her skull
lifting...
with featherless wings
she appeared...
outside my window
and sang the song...
of flying
back into my
soul
i woke...
tears...
coursing
down my face
and the taste of
flight
laying sweet
upon
my
tongue...
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