Still Flight

Soaring above.

Rise, Matriarch Communal

Take th’hopeless harrowing of th’inner child as th’chance to see what they cannot unsee!

And so, to remain informed is to remain in terror?

“How else to stop those that cannot be stopped in mass manslaughter-murder…”

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He plays on, unaware.

Watch ’em celebrate an armistice
whilst they wage destruction.

Watching on.

A butterfly a-flutterflying.

Dew-draped green.

She looked out across the universe.

The estuary meets the blueful sea.

She walks on water’s shores.

“Oh eye, oh night…” The Sha’ir speaks, hakawati-heartbeat pulsing.

Horizon-hovering, dance fluxflow flight!