on_new_year's_day ovenbird I feel like I’ve emerged from the curtained dark of a confessional, all my sins left behind in a year that no longer knows me. Once freed from damnation by a whispered penance, every winged echo of myself joins in a murmuration, joyfully evading the falcon’s urgent hunger. For a moment I am clean. For a moment I can’t tell where my fingers end and the sky begins. By noon I’ll be stained by impure thoughts, imagining my mouth pressed to the seductive swell of snowdrops. But for now I am pristine, here on the crumbling edge of grace. 260101 ... raze i am holding an egg built by a strange and beautiful bird that has fled and left only a few scattered feathers and snippets of summoning_song where wings and webbed feet once were. inside a spherical cage of calcium carbonate is all the unhatched possibility that permeates this spin around the sun. i will not let it break before its time. 260101 what's it to you? who go blather from