Lyrics

Airborne
inside -
some failure,
- a smashed wing
crippled in the space of the heart

running
it drags (limp) on earth
never taking flight

the stomach sinks
filled with concrete

(there is memory
stirred in anxious sweats
and blood vessels
pumping beneath the temple -)

there is this one
incompletion to repair

first;
take the boned frame
tie wire, string -
then, glue
place each feather back.

airborne,
first time,
toddlers
stumbling, bruised

we are not accustomed to the pattern of the
wind

airborne -
soon
we will
not be
accustomed
to earth.

There is a saying "what we fear we try to keep contained". Along the way, in our quest to civilize our animal aspects, we have turned our backs from the earth, shunned its darkness in favor of sky born light, severed the duality, and renamed the holy regenerative womb a torture chamber. In doing so, we have split ourselves in two, naming one side light and good and the other side dark and evil. We cast what we have named as dark aside, aspiring to live our lives through a now limited aspect of our being, with only half ourselves to draw upon for strength. The disowned aspects do not disappear, they become our shadow, a shadow that waits, sometimes patiently, sometimes not so patiently for us to reclaim it.