Locked away falcon
remembered fiercely
of the morbid prisons
of taxidermy high.
Recognition is an
overthought improvication
of all that may behold
on ones landing strip of time.
Elemental pansies,
tin can husbandry,
Eiffel tower rivalry...
I've had it up to Mars and back.
Drink me some vodka
and sit to relax.
Heady times are in due
of great strength.
if I could be writing to you
I would, but I am nodding off.
Leave me the horseshoe fame
and time to fragmentize the commonplace.
It's time to deferral the spice rack.
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