bird song
ecstatically
calls forth
the molten orb
of grievous gold
to cast aside
all aspersions
and illuminate
a world of need

bits of yarn
scraps of paper
hidden seeds
and open air
in which to
soar high above
the petty concerns
of humans being

i yearn to fly
yet nervously
pluck my feathers
stuck in the chaos
of male patterned
blandness as i halt
searching for a hint
of anything more
asuccinctunderstanding
of the available bounty
forafoolishfailureis
dreamshattereddoom
in a dismality of desire