12 Degrees & Skiving

what began as year-long challenge has become perpetual until further notice

The Whys of Flight

The lightness of flight
When all around me

Even here I
fight a hollow-boned war

If I loved you too much?

Was it right I go?

Or if I gave up,
Took wing in fright?

My other pinion
All packed from the start?

We bright and tiny kites
12 kilometres above
The opal earth
That hang infinitely small
In the seat pockets of stars

I’m far from you

My dawn your dusk
Like the old tales

And I love you

all the whys
of flight

I love you
more than enough
To hold space

and night
and language



Tell me wotcha reckon

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