I am grasping the art of flight. It might be a different method than you think, no machinery or wings required. I prep the airy path behind my eyes and down the throat’s runway; the pre-flight check is buzzing and complete. A magic…
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I am grasping the art of flight. It might be a different method than you think, no machinery or wings required. I prep the airy path behind my eyes and down the throat’s runway; the pre-flight check is buzzing and complete. A magic…