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| unloved and used the young are dying in the nest,
frozen into families already dead inside the ice that binds them to oblivion. we speak of care then chain old laws and selves around their necks and freak them out, heave them groundward, hoping that the rocks below will teach the lessons of the ice, make them forget the songs that, once upon a time, we too howled at moon before pain surrendered to the numb and cold. unloving and ill-used we are all dying in the nest. *have we forgotten how to kiss the truth?* |
| *image: Sky Dancer |