Elevation

I can feel our 

Time

Like a tickle 

In my nose...

...It's scent

Coming back to

Climb 

Through the 

Conduits and

Vessels.

See your budding

Face!...

...All your fledgling

Virtues rise

In place...

...As the surging

Hour 

Comes to pass,

I take it in it's

Stride.

As my tears descend,

I don't try to

Fend them off,

I stand

At the iron gates of

Reason

With a truncheon

In my fist...

I can feel our 

Time...

...And it's all 

I'll ever 

Need to rise...

I can feel your

Inspiration...

Your the bird

Perched 

On my wrist.

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2017

Bunny Villaire