Prettybones

If you jump
from a high enough surface
the wings will,
in an explosion of downy
feathers, propel you forward
even though no one will
be the wiser
such things
are invisible to most men.

The metamorphosis complete
you will smile a touch more
the wings will flutter
when they walk near
and your eyes will always
see it a bit more clear,
as though you were born with this
clairvoyance instilled
In your soul.

I am waiting for
the sun to rise
holding each breath
against better judgments.
In the heat of the summer
it will all make sense again
the reason we keep moving
perpetually closer
to the edge of everything.