icarus & i

swift we flew
icarus & i
the sun beating ele mental
heartforging to wing rhythm
our coldsteelheartchambers fluttered in the heat
jetstreams issued
at lung pace
cut by wings metallic.
swift we drew dragonbreath
from the sun
our deity
“clothe us our son” we
whispered “in your glory”
too much to ask
we were clothed
in excess weight for machinehearts
so downwards we fell


even though our hearts are banished from us
we are flighty for
the wings of favour follow swift through skycarpet.
softly we retrieve wings register damage pick at stray neutronic thoughts
call on throats to tickle moonmelt song


feathers ruffled well into the night we arch pinions accomplish take-off for flight into new spaces
race the heat flee the rising glow fly north for the decontamination of damper climes
metal rot rust fatigue flight we
glide under collapsed rainbows
colourfeel photons for the energy of motion


bushland softly drop feathered arms sleep the night underbush
awake hungry sing as the great heat rises
strip three coats of rust or more
collect wings take flight
catch insects for sport


slowfly shadowfall
a gliding wind we sail but
the weather is worsening the wind is nearing gale force so
swoop we pick up our shadows make for the ruins
bite scathing gusts the
wind bites harder
cold season of beasts upon us season of cryogenes
lonehug shudder preserve us


spring comes wake in beds of rust
tear scabs from wreckage with beaks risk disease inhale throaty vapours
icarus cough assess lung damage we
drink the blood of pomegranates
dust the earth for salt &
slowly the rust drops from our flesh


fire up wings with dew move on
beaks drip metallic juices charting flightpath
rust spill on land of primitive mindtangle
heads heavy with magnetic charge
swoop struggle for height
shit acid on progress engine
gadget wipeout circuitry explode wingfail we
fall


sunrise over scrapheap shadows & disembowelled atoms we
sell the remainder of our rust to merchants
throw up damp metallic flakes
lose weight
fall into space
without breath wind sail rust beak we
glide the heavens
steer the spacequakes we
think song & new wings flare up
disperse in ecstatic equations
melt out of the flesh
stockpiled with nonmagnetic dust


we are energy we
trade in dust our
brains are sealed with wax

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