Mood: Moody
Drinking: Drinky
Against the Sky
wings are not infallible things.
do them wrong
they’ll let you down.
yours
were only meant to look pretty.
play dress up. disguise
dirty girls
in angel drag.
but you insist
on believing
they could be the real thing.
you tell all the Cretans
that you’ve found what matters.
lock all your trust up
in cardboard
and feathers.
you make hope
your new religion.
and there is no argumen
of physics or reason
logical enough to keep your
feet on the ground.
so you close your eyes
and fly so high
(so high against the sky)
only to discover the fall
is such a long way down.
-Lo, who has learned some of the secrets of falling.
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