prediction

I checked the horoscope.

This day next week

Monday, 5pm

A feather will drop from the sky

And brush my cheek.

What will it symbolise?

Who could know?

Only a few puppet strings are kept untangled.

Alternatively,

A definition will sound the alarms in my ringtone

Keeping my mind suspended

In existential glory.

I'll treasure its softness

And perfect shape;

But fold with a shudder

When it reminds me

Of the wings I lack.

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