Sanitary Measures

like the dreams of a feather,
swooshing down,
into the ground…

so it no longer seems to be,
but a fleeting memory.
a flash of brightness.

and a wisp of fire.
ever warm,
ever graceful
and ever there,
like the wings on a feather!

never failing
to beat a heart
into the wind

and out of never
never falling
into forever.

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