Toppling over
In bountiful affection
My faults are devoured
By the warm and tranquil deep

My flying slows
To a thoughtful trudge
Savoring, every fine detail
Of a kind and charitable romance

Too soon I am
Engulfed
Clamoring for wind
As I inch for the slums below

Where I’ll dwell
A conquered hardship
A mere hindrance
In the grand and treacherous endeavor

Expendable
All along
Grief coils my dormant form

As I drift
With fellow forgotten trials
For the glimmering furnace
In the hull of juvenile hearts