Birdsport

got turned around on a whim, my will, the wind blew a blanket from my hands woven out of trees and ink with pages full of fingerprints caught inside the interface of I and Thou caught in the headlights turned the radio up for that sweet sound a little foo fighters "learn to fly" and suddenly I'm eye to eye with the violent name of God broken neck and all my brakes squealed as we danced and I hammered into you lift, drag, rotation and the neverending sound of sucking entropy drowning out the flapping of wings I picked you up your body still warm with fear and love this delicate, unstoppable Life falling apart in my hand I felt a twitch but it might have been me and I wondered if I was where I was supposed to be