speed limit where they do not fly alone,
winds fell silent quiet
letting go of the past.
speed limit where you can not get there, the path of Leopold
in Dublin of paper and words.
and looked up in the moment they lunge
slowed
when I look at you in secret.
trails, where dappled moons silver smile at night,
taxiing raging winds - like waves crashing on the skin -
harnessing the body.
trails,
where you can reach me, the call of sirens
a distant Ulysses.
frayed soul
feeling,
crumbs of me - black and white confetti -
spreading via the touch of your gaze.
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