I saw my spirit in the dawn, its silver
There then there – on a sparrow wing.
Shouting – Not flying so much as flexing
Its power to divide the air – Slicing
Between heartbeats unseen
I saw my soul where tiny feet invaginate.
Confess under duress of extended throat
Its force – its mass times vigor
I see its aim – in a forgotten eye
On a scene that is spread like life -
Oh! sunrise on a feather
What news you bring on a beam!
A shining bay stretches out behind -
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