Friday, October 07, 2022

Desperation evolution hiccup

I grew two wings 
to fly to you. 
One bird,
one bug, from 
human back. But

to my surprise,
in a long arc out 
to a very death dive 

my wings
don't aerodynamically 
jibe, or 
"fly" 
in a literal sense. In a way
to bear me up, or bear me

on.

Which - if I'm right, 
is why bears don't fly. 

A fly does. Bees?
Sure do, bats too - am I wrong? 
Plus of course - some birds 
galore.  

But none
of these wings bear me
to you. 

Just down, I guess. 
Should have thought this 
through, before I decided
to erupt these alien growths
from my flesh, in a quest
to you. 

I guess, once I hit
I might fly like a ghost?

But if so, chances are 
you won't touch me or see. 
That seems to be the deal 
between you, 

dear me. 

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