Will return the words,
Lost and ransomed,
That had vanished before ever reaching my lips.
Thoughts, banished and fled,
Sail toward some far and furtive shore.
In the darkness,
Far off, a gull squawking.
Shadows strangling the sound.
Shrieking screeches fall like feathers to the ground.
The hollow howls of the bull,
It's name,
Just one of the phrases it has forgotten how to say.
Words, adrift,
Lost and entombed,
Inside Daedalean coils, lay.
Like Icarus, wanting wings.
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