wings, man

it only follows that there's not much more to discuss
the delicate ripping of strong things
violent sounds in silent places and deep, empty chests
the very things of which i am made, my brightest qualities
make me less than
make me beneath
and what can i do? detach, be still? stifle? seduce?
these are things i cannot do.
it only follows that there's not much more to discuss
and very little left to say
only that--

well,
you get the message.