Falling Ungracefully

I'm withered by the permanence of temporary

But what remains sits in my chest like a cancer

It cuts me from airways, cutting flight from my wings

With bloody nubs I decree I flew too close to the sun

She kissed me like tender, and I fell for her gravity

I ignored the scorch that came with the remedy

I'm neither fallen angel nor risen apostle

…I'm the example

A symbol in the insignificance of all that pretend and embellish ambition

I fell in love with moving pictures of shadow, but neglected to look behind the light that cast them...

It collected from me all that shined like brass, and let the rust define what came next...

I carry feathers as a symbol that as a man I could once fly, but never once scathed the horizon...