this voyage though leading to discovery somehow also creates a tether between songbirds and sky, where strangled by destruction the sun’s become a commodity infiltrating the swollen bosom of our infirmity, until pigeons scream at the cathedral gates immune to the canvas created solely for them.
thought
the pigeon becomes a turtle dove to pretend it has a shell and that a shell means it’s not cold or alone.
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