Across the sky 
Against the ground


My spirit sighs, pants, pumps
wings like those of a large bird too heavy
to keep pace with smaller tits.

Across the sky
Against the ground


Look up and see a phoenix
burning bright defiance
but the eruption that begat the firebird
hollowed out the past.

Across the sky
Against the ground


Solitary freedom fiercely fought for
is a shallow sea destiny,
a feather-strewn crash coming too soon
when firm rock crumbles, tumbles
down, fast rolling away from the peak,
tower bedchamber flooded
in a flurry of flame, bursts and spates
of heat unsustained by former
bedrock-solid structural support.

Across the sky
Against the ground


Just like that, gone for good
without a tear to splash into the cauldron
left behind.
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