Man with a three metre wingspan

Sips the end of the day

As the years pass

Stale footprint in long grass

A place for prayer

Placid as the energy runs through the crowd

Syrup dripping down the backs of the humble

The growth therefrom,

The nourishment releases a second wind

And the people become large like dilating pupils, their arms reach heights unreached,

podiums in the sky grow tall, fingers stretching to the muscular memory of being so large in the first place.


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