Icarus

Icarus

There’s something in the air tonight. I don’t mean love…more like a falcon falling from the sky, a phoenix rising from the fire–together making screechings deafening–too wild to understand, both noticed and unnoticed. A pop and sizzle from the fire place where no logs are burning. Beethoven where there is no harpsichord.

There’s something in the water. I know because I drank some and became a rabid dog. Clouds waft in wind and float on I do not know what but carelessly remind me that
some will always be above me, just as the ground reminds me some will always be beneath. Perception high or low and both is always problematic with the earth spun fast.

Remember something making nothing? Remember nothing making something? We tried to bring chaos order; we tried describing the ordering of all and now have flown and fallen while aflame.