Everyone forgets Icarus also flew.

“I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can.”

“We exist with a wind whispering inside and our moon flexing. Amid the ducts, in…”

“Are the angels of her bed the angelswho come near me alone in mine?Are the gree…”

“Suddenly this defeat.This rain.The blues gone grayAnd the browns gone grayAnd y…”