That still small voice

Paddles blindly towards ecstasy

The longing every soul is born with

Breached, bleached or broken

We all began in a bloody puddle of pain

Slotted hearts wade in salty pools of tears

Dredging for substance

Milky silt and flesh

Featherless fledglings cry

For feet that can’t set us free or hold us down

Imagine umbilical nations

Uni-fly

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