Exile.

mindīs eye microcosmic in birdīs sky view
questions in levitation hue of flight
out of remote corners of sight, in lieu
of break, breach or bay at rue, like a kite.

in light on light, in night on night, i am
as born as you are ibis height & soar
even tho your raven attack the lamb,
as i am man & you a lack eye craw.

yet will i soar this sky on end, where i
must stand the worn day fenned rent as a rag
by dawns & twilights, where mindīs eye needs fly
naked on the waterīs hind & zig zag

before & against quarters of the world
end that a comet brighter yet be hurled.

Copyright Robin Ouzman Hislop 2004
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