And if a bird can speak, who once was a dinosaur,
And a dog can dream; should it be implausible
That a man might supervise
The construction of light
– Projekct Two
We’re gonna build it up-up-up,
of our own hair, with a lair for
our dragons at the top of the stair.
We’re gonna shake it down-down-down,
shingles of feathers and hope
and the sounds of sun-stung songs.
We’re gonna break it through-and-through,
be sure that you can flee, and fly
whenever you damn well want to.
Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 21.