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Warmth and incubation,
sheltered beneath.
Haven of a heart
beating for both.
Sustained by
love and patience
as,
posturing,
spreading wings,
in earnest imitation
of graceful flight,
never attaining
height enough
to soar,
wishing to
surf currents
as easily as you
made it seem.
Ignorant of the
callous winds,
the fickle seasons,
the humble
need for
basic shelter,
I crowed.
In arrogance
and pride,
cackling in
puerile pomposity,
and macabre
indifference.
You did not know
you raised me
to eat your eyes,
and
devour your heart.

M. Zane McClellan

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