by Tomorrow's Man
July 20, 2004
Build high, climb climb climb, try to soar, leap from the mountain into a bright shine sky, feel then you've got no wings, see then your feathers plucked into a pile and fluttering down the mountain side, your shivering quills tipped with your blood and scratching silent crimson cries for help into the stone as they fall,
as you fall
as you fall