The Wear on Our Wings - Part Two
While carried, did we not choose?
Owning our fate
with daring dreams
waxes and wanes
when we blame
other gods or forces beyond
for the wear on our wings.
Whomever released aeonian breath
beneath our newborn feathers
hoped chaos carried us
to despair.
While carried,
martyrs grounded themselves in worship.
While carried,
demigods roared with abandon.
While carried,
my passions grew oceanic.
While carried,
did we not choose?
Owning our fate was more
than eternally dreaming
of whatever reality
we blame gods and chaos for.
We must own
the wear on our wings
to transmute this breath
and the lashes of chaos
into freedom;
aeipathy.
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