[457] About Fragility

Feathers inflame my wounds⁣
In an exile of interstellar doom⁣
I carry my existentialism ⁣
in a broken carriage ⁣
that levitates only ⁣
at the mention of your name⁣

Moments of weakness ⁣
have rained on my equipoise present⁣
All the past is fleeting ⁣
in the reflection of our future ⁣
Not even divine intervention ⁣
can soothe this infinite loop of pain ⁣

Sedatives 𝘪𝘯⁣
my 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 ⁣
𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺,⁣
it gives way,⁣
to 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴⁣
I am ⁣
the feather that⁣
𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 in a daze⁣
But the 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦⁣
of the fall⁣
𝘪𝘴 enough⁣
to deflect the
thought of
hitting the ground
It is enough to
to keep the ⁣
𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 at bay


Painting by Owen Gent

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