Intellectualize

Mist conquers a soil

I stager in my forward for a sight

Thick air creeps with a heavily press

Through floor I sink

My arms affine

I fail to fear this hazard

Peacefully I sink in eternal chasm

A shadow of colossal nacelle

Rides in speed of a heart-stroke

And it˙s jaws packed with teeth that are sharp and broad

Under sun I strive in a knee-high grass 

Glints, and glimpses, flares and flashes

A home of all shades receives me as their precious 

I hover in blue sky

My wings suffer a clip

I feather fall as I wonder

Where I made a slip?

Reviews

[Sandra M. McLeod]

Well, another incredible offering. This was beautiful. Some very strange choice of words.

[Satoshi IroTzu]

Glad to read that you enjoyed it.