cognizant for the moment

the ephemeral flutters
like feathers along a raven’s neck
inconsequential
yet aware of each new wind
in which to lift aloft
the jet black wings pull
into the air resisting
gravity’s cold collapse
to fly as he wills
no more to the edges
the distant distractions
to turn a black eye from home
no more  fleeting presumptions
to tear away at my heart
(February 12, 2017)

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