Excavations - the Perspective
I tried to fly
God knows I tried
To bring the cherry back
For children in the nest.
I told old Daedalus
It was the weight of sorrow
That kept me
In the labyrinth dark
Shivering before the minotaur
I had no weight at all
That could defy my wings
I told old Daedalus
Listening me carefully
While rolling sweat in wax
It was the lost of feathers
The plucking of focus from the heart
And while my children waited
There I was in the day and night of night
There I was bruised and baited
Shunning the place of sacrifice
The total consummation of not flesh
But time, the harrying tap of time
Longing to get back
Longing to oar the reversing sea
Longing my soul from guilt to free
Longing to break the unmaking of me
Longing again to taste the sunshine's glee
I could not fly with wax
Nor be frivolous like poor Icarus
Celebrating not the arrival
But the escape from that darkness primeval.
Ambiguity
Is a perfidious circumstance
But here before heaven
I gave it everything
Every dream without opportunity
Every sinews without joy
I only kept back again and again
A little time to soothe the pain
And thus I suffered in the silent years
In the edifice of manhood
I hid my tears
Brine with the bitterness of her spite
Fenced in the envy of her hate
She shredded the feathers for my flight
And left my sojourn desolate.
I tried to fly
I tried to bring the cherry back
But could not get up the tree myself
Without my wings
I was stuck before the awful clock.
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