featherbaby

delicate and exquisite
it flows in the air
light and white
reposes and suspends in mid heaven

whereas cotton milk condenses
feathery untouchable
rather intangible
unbreakable
it mends when birds fly brutally through

not quite a tunnel
more like a bleached ocean
if not a grey see
a pool of sewage
he pukes

as time reversing
hairs antisilverise

rise
furiously
rise
weightlessly
above the steamer
rise
embedded
streamily
upwards

feather in my dream
feather is my fantasy
further beyond it gleams

glitter not
more down to earth
more readily be compre'd

April 4, 2009
i see also incense burning
rest in peace