All those feathers fell to the ground
Swirling in a pile then scattering one at a time
The eerie damp evening grips the sound
As wings flap into the wind and we begin to climb
The heavy air strangles our breath
Until we soar above the limbs and stretch
The air lightens and we can see depth
And gazing into the canopy our eyes fetch
Our wilderness that we’ve been hiding…
Blinking to the twilight sadden and breathless
Here among the ever-last there are no tornadoes
Without a funnel spiralling all around
We sleep inside the chaos of unknown
Speaking sheepishly as strangers become home
Funnel down into the drowning bright light
Hold on to our mischief and let loose our minds
See that there are no borders entangling dreams
Quench the entrance of this new world amazing
Funnel into me as we crash into our lives
And free

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