Clay birds

A poem

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Nov 12, 2021

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Unseen and so obscure
Gifted me with Craftsman’s limbs
And a tilted mind
Walk the crippled earth
Find the wings, the light
Waiting one step beyond The horizon

Immovable and moves all
Crippled and gifted
I am lost thus found
I am found thus lost

Rotting flesh and enduring bones
Shifting moments and steady hopes
Insane, the ones who longing for more
Doomed, the ones who longing for more