Stop Motion Cyclops

  Fledgling songbird trapped in the green  Silent screaming empty phrases  Still as statue speckled heart  Paralyzed talons transfixed  In the trees in the clouds  Incoming adolescence  Overhead over lawn Overcome apprehension  Fledgling songbird deadpan rocking chair  Ticking time away flowing flowing Clock the corner light the ledge  Flee the family mother father  In the head in the heart  In between integration  Oversight over sound Overall undergone  Fledgling songbird fledgling songbird  Fledgling songbird fly away from me  Fledgling songbird fledgling songbird  Fledgling songbird fly away from me

 Dancing in the margins of the blueprint spilling out  Dancing in the margins of my gravelly dragon doubt I’m just a thumbnail sketch, destined to be erased The shadows smudge the page, leaving a murmured trace I’m just a thumbnail sketch, destined to be erased Our strongest shapes echo and artfully interlace Singing in the corners, blending harmonies with ghosts Singing in the corners, tonics tide upon the coast Scribbled portrait fluctuating  Work in progress slowly aging  It’s a Rorschach evolution  With your crucial contribution  Glowing in the spaces left between our synchronized breaths Glowing in the spaces we embody after death  Expanding upon our story with never ending grace