The bones losing calcium
becoming fragile, hollow,
are just waiting for the wings to grow.
On the next stage of the journey
becoming fragile, hollow,
are just waiting for the wings to grow.
On the next stage of the journey
I can't be carrying all this extra luggage,
all that extra rock,
I'm leaving that behind
with a healthy serving of meat and fat.
I'll be just an outline
of the grounded being I was
when my wings grow in.
What will be left will be the pure me.
The essentials only -
I'll be unmistakable,
all the confusing stuff gone,
the pure form when I leap toward heaven
and don't come back down
because my wings
have grown in.
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