I collect feathers so i can build my wings,
to flit endlessly farther –
far
far away. far
from this spoiled world
and better
forward with a flap-flap
to a philharmonic smacking
of pinions.
i collect feathers so
i can build my wings, not
like the birds.
they
they already have shape, but
rather like
the ones who visit
luminescent
without legs. an
ephemeral renewal into seraph.
i collect feathers so i
i can build my wings into
a plumage of filoplumes, out
and stretched with
feathered arm. it
takes faith to make
these, and
death
to tear the skin to the
capacoid.
i collect feathers so i can build
build my wings, and
fly the coop
into heaven’s vestibule.