Before the blackout
Take flight
Leave spindle branches
Silhouetted in grey cold
To the air beyond.
From above, see
patchwork division
Land cut up
Sliced into pieces
Tamed and penned
Glide on the currents
Over hillsides
Crag and boulder
Defying mastery
A cold defiance
You seek death
Discovering the prize
Winter’s meal
Jet black ink drop
Falling to earth.
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