the dilemma that soul
is bounded in flesh.
-for the moment,
someday it may reside
in refrigerators and corvettes.
forget about shoes,
i need some wings on my feet,
to go out past the stars and the reefs
for sky rides on sea horses.
to listen to flowers sing about yellow
gone like summer in january,
and the crow that i taught
how to laugh like me.
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