theme: Moondeer v2.0.1 (built on Feb 2 at 11:36)

With wings bequeathed to me
By a minor,
A man made to suffer
For projecting into a fictional world
His authenticity,
I can fly now

I can lose myself
Whimsically
Within these winds
Which carry me away
From dreams of serenity

These wings are my sterility
My immunity
From that which once disabled me
A complicated pregnancy
That gave birth to piss and vinegar