Feather Body

A Soul A Sound A String 

My Body Guided By A Sliver String 

A Soft Song And A Quiet Sound

Been Moving Towards The Sun

A Human Like Experience Forming 

Almost Like A Burning De-Fractured Angel 

Whose Wings Spread Wide

A Witness Created Product

A Quiet And Pathless Taste

I Feared Godlike Creations Like You

The Voice, The Words, Spilling Like Poetry 

Circumstances Dividing The Angels

The Green Eyes Wrapped In A Halo

Like A Glimpse Of The Gentle Movement 

Fingertips Softly Moving All Over My Body

Your Feather Body Loomed By Strings 

Scratching Over The Sounds And Keys

Like A Stain A Gap A Memory 

- Arcadia