We give ourselves wings
Against life’s cages.
Each gentle word,
Each smile, each kiss,
And hot wax, like this,
With the help of another,
A father, brother, a lover,
To attach each feather
To the shoulder blades
And in coloured carnival
Down the arms.
So when the time comes,
To make our escape,
We can leap from the open window
Into the finely wrought sky;
Where we float, not fall,
And finally learn to fly.
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