On soft wings
Nostalgic, like in old photos
It lives in the spaces where
Your teacher shops for groceries
Like humanity
In the fractures of the concrete
Who are we really,
On soft wings
At sundown
The condors take to the sky.
Take the sky.
As if it was always yours
Bound to a legacy
In a strength of patience
Awaken to the willingness
And somehow there but, not
Awaiting the future with boredom
As the days come and pass
But time remains eternal
An endlessness of sunrises
Expanding into extinction
What will have mattered, is poetry
In the beauty of ephemera
Where the rain fell And the rivers ran
the soul danced as many and one
as a jungle of something greater
like the whispers that call you home
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