Pray
My dreams ruffle their golden feathers whispering the dangers of the sun if you waited for me at the top I’d prayed you don’t fall in the Icarian Rain and smoke enveloped our visages blending veracity with pretense We could weave a hundred myths into the muslin of the gospel How can the fish possibly understand I grew gills to breathe in water Look at how they flounder at the thought Look at how they cower in the light See my tentacles bind encroaching upon your coveted haven where you bolted away your fears as if we don’t cry the same tears