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antimelrose wrote:The flight of a three–quarter bird
Equates with the thrusting moon walk skips
Of the gilded–syntax mind upstairs;
Below, legs pump feet protest the gravity lurking beneath concrete
The exam of enigmatic Xs and Ys was completed only moments before;
Bursting from bars, the bird was
Gathered up and penetrated by the solar eye,
A gaze most famous for bliss and curse.
The wings glint, catching bits of fire from the sky, all is radiant
Timely indeed were the winds that ripped open the cage's door,
For furies seethed beneath the skin rubbed raw with impatience.
They are gnawing hungrily as Socrates did for wisdom;
Only algebra can frustrate so fully.
The journey of the air fades, succumbing to gravity like a frown.
Feathers fall.
Shadows of the human's limbs stagger staccato to a stop–
The walk back to the classroom mesmerizes the sunlit bird in mammal plumes.
Shady Xs and Ys scissor over afternoon–dulled
Squares and rectangles of the third dimension.
The circle closes in. It was only six minutes of liberty.
Pausing. Quiet. Experience of.
The burnishing eye turns away–the feathers glitter no longer.
So softens the mind. Malleable.
May mercy behold the avian,
Who grasps the doorknob to reenter the cage.
antimelrose wrote:The flight of a three–quarter bird.
antimelrose wrote: the gilded–syntax mind upstairs
The circle closes in. It was only six minutes of liberty.
The exam of Xs and Ys was completed only moments before;
Only algebra can frustrate so fully.
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