Obtuse – poem

There is no more logic.
Logic falls down dead.
It's all in my head.
I want to feel my heart,
Give it a beating start.

It's all a new beginning.
Are we saints who are still sinning?
Birds with broken wings
Trying to soar
We go into that sky
Led by the eye
Looking to soar.

It's the start of a heart to heart.
Happy birthday to our little child.
Where to go to give her a start?
When she feels a little wild?
We will fly beyond the scraper's tops.
We will ignore all the stops.
She will roar.
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