Spiral dance, twin suns -

There is a sparrow singing stacatto shadowed
In yellow shapes of light splayed
In a triangle puzzle
On the cracked and peeling paint.

Ethereal and dream, my heart heavy with
The chains of action - each act,
binding me further to itself,
to act again and again.

Much evil have I done in my life.

Fist clenched cruelly, crying "Fate be damned,"
Revealing rage silently seething,
Nothing but an animal,
Wearing the smile of civility.

Rumble sigh of the tiger restless
Prowling circular in the iron cage,
Built with my loss and tears,
And locked with bitter teeth.

A pitched whine buzzsaw screaming
Slicing bleached concrete,
Moving forward, the human engine,
Planting fiber-optics.

The sparrow flees -

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair . . .

There is a sparrow singing stacatto shadowed
In yellow shapes of light splayed
Across the hope held tightly
In my dreams walking slowly.

White children of the blue sky, kindred to
Bright offspring in the dark night
Meeting at dawn and dusk,
Moon and Sun ever paired.

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