A Humming Bird Gone Wild
Mystical fumes — Sage, Lavender, Rose, Myrrh — suspended in the air. A bird, caged. Home.
A bird caged, home, unaware of its own mental unclarity, carries an olive branch on its peak.
An olive branch on its peak, leaves drying, dead. Peace killed. A beacon of eternal silence.
A bacon of eternal silence. A song of endurance, is what let to the bird’s prolonged hymns.
The gates of the promise land — Eden.
The gates of the promise land. Framed, looking back, out of reach. Chained to the cage, holding back.
Holding back, chained is a sign that out of the cage, her wings will open into a divine spirit.
Her wings will open into a divine spirit. When she feels the wind on her feathers.
Resurrected. Mile by Mile. A hummingbird gone wind. An anthem. A lullaby of liberation.
A lullaby of salvation, revivify the bird in need of enchanting fumes.
Nature. Wind, stars, the universe. Freedom. At the edge of Zion, she leaps.