Modernismo

I once had a dream.

I sprouted long beautiful wings.

I flapped them around in order to gain

The courage to spread them fully and

Fly myself away.

Finally, wind in my face

And happiness in my heart,

I began my journey to a new world.

But down on the cold ground

Tracking my movements

Reticle in place

A dark figure interceded.

I came tumbling down to earth

A searing pain in my left wing.

Unhurt save for one place,

Unable to run, unable to flee.

This dark figure, familiar,

Took its time cutting me down

Exactly to the shape it wants.

No more do I have my wings.

Left only with the memory

That I once had a dream.


written 8/9/2018


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