The Third Wing
The truth in translation
knowledge distraught …
He swept through the cosmos
a truant uncaught
His wings never clipped
his sails never trimmed
He flew through tomorrow
a new Seraphim
Those who were watching
their eyes disbelieve
Unburdened by dogma
—transcendence achieved
(The New Room: March, 2023)
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