Modus
The Things were a means-
To make the memories
that marked our mentality
with Finite Bliss
forever in our minds.
The Things gave us wings
into the starry skies,
escaping from the aviary
of burdens
that weighted our spines.
Posted on 12/18/2013
Copyright © 2026 Clara Mae Gregory
Poetry by Clara Mae Gregory
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