Over The Great Boulevard

I fly over the great trees
Across the clouds
In gigantic leaps to capture the universe.

I fly over the great enclaves of nature
Over great boulevards
Like a free bohemian
Staring into the sun

I fly over the great rooftops
Of chimney smoke
Thrown up from magnificent edifice
Of fugitive fleeting

I fly over the asylum
Memory cobwebbed
A game of remembering and forgetting
Mesmerizing gossamer of the lost and the forgotten

I fly
To find
What I am
What I may be

I fly
To know
What you are
What you may be

I wake
I find no wings
I know the redness of the blood that oozes
From my clipped wings

I find
Trickling red drops
Blotching
Wings plumed to bloody scatter

Over the great boulevard

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