With Banging Clangs

Life as a feather

Being blown around 

To each corner

Ever changing 

Rows of choices

Rows 

Layers

Significant reasons

Reasons that are inevitable 

Limited love

Limited ways to go

Wide open spaces

Now the big love 

A space to paint as you wish 

Deciding to be

As you need to decide 

A plain to live on 

Or create from scratch

Will it become clear 

Or ignored 

Nothing there 

Seeing sunshine for what it is 

Seeing 

In a fate 

Or faith that is beginning 

To arrive in a synergy 

Not believing it is real 

It is though 

As it opens longer 

Until wide beyond the birth 

In a dazzling wing 

Concepts in the horizon 

Wishing for a wishing well

Wishing in a wishing well

You are a wishing well

Able to ring the truth 

If you represent the vacant 

Outside the steady agency 

Fast enough to be nothing at once 

Fast enough to become it all 

Crashing in the banging clangs 

To form a flower

Alone in a weedy pasture 

Surrounded by history 

Hovering ahead of the character

The one you became before this one 

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    1. Thank you for the time and thought!

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