Post-evolutionA Poem by isiah_holmesThey're shifting and they're moving beneath My own perceptions Calling from dim colors Moaning for true direction When the gods were calling As their music falls on deaf ears As the gods were calling-enchanted paths, regretful baths Crawling for beginnings the sparrow Shed all his feathers Tearing from the flesh to sever His earthly tethers Now his feathers are drifting Watch a feather drift past-fly by As his father smiles-dive from the sky Dive from the sky Dive from the sky When his mother leaves she Won't return Anger builds I need to burn Turning, flowering, drifting-watching Gliding-through the trees Gliding through the trees Gliding to the sea Creep along the storm, earn the Typhoons affections Stomp towards the ground to mark the Tornado's reflections I once knew a boy, his name Hunter-killer He smiled at burned corpses Pregnant with his resources Scream!!! Hunter-killer Slew his Special friend Lonely halls, my friends pretend Hunter-killer, his good friend! It..Never ends, it never ends This never..ends..
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