To Wait
A dark day to dare flight; clouds colliding, a weight too cumbersome for a perpetual perpetration; some perfect weather. Oh to break free from the bastion of bastards and to sunder the snags; see the swelling sun! Laudable, lingering, lavishing the light! I am Pariah, puttering to my pew; shuddering in shit, held sheltered; bent, buried, burnishing my belly. In an amniotic amnesty, hailing a hellish amen!
