the eagle spoke thus


great vastness, great nothing-ness, great sculptor of what-is-to-be

i shall measure
your vastness

i shall speak
the unending syllables of your thunder

i shall hear
your heart beat
sculpt your gentleness

i shall see
your fury
caress your wings

the whole of you,
i shall embrace
not deject

to you
i shall fly
not crawl

i shall be
your exultation
not mourning

i shall be
the immortality
of your flight

 

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