red lion

Vigilante waterfalls
bursting with that taste of oxygen
inside a screaming music made of sun
cunning and tight like a sky
where the boon and din of silence
are the grace of your sweat,

Retiring dreams to Pluto
bringing us this ballet lie
that slashes disgrace with all bones
and finds a way to wake the corners of life
making convicts and angels of us all
both ancient and new,

We name a few birds in the cry
the ones that fly easily through chaos
and pull the human stars back to earth
accepting no hatred as gift forever
and caging the spectacle of madness
shattering the road we walk.

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