Post Script — [Brinkworthy]

Then the pen says:

 

Post script
the ava­lanche of wis­dom lifts
to find
the sky.

 

Broken break­fast
believe in beau­ti­ful whims.
Walk­ing around
to find our other skins.

 

Fourt­nights dreamed up
& recalled through wire strings.
These are our beau­ti­ful things.
These are our wings.

 

There will always be
the sky big enough for me
There will always be

 

- New­castle 2010

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