Four dimensions…

Four dimensions


The air bends her

But she is not hindered.

She curls and curves in the wind, but

The shapes she makes

Are not dictated.


Sometimes the sea gives

Sometimes she has to take.

She spies a silver flash

Then pierces the waves

Like a flung spear.


Her world has four dimensions;

Grey skies, smoked by approaching weather

Blue-green fathoms that fade to deepest black

Fledglings awaiting her return, unfillable

The song of the spirit that lives in


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