ribbons of the sunset thrushed with light waves
and quicker than it, I jumped on it.
the vision of a bird is transcendent
it matches for distance its feathers has
descendent and harrowing universe
sedate perturbent at times sad does feel
the earth itself in distance proximate
a coming awakening toward grandeur
it feels what is says in utter silence
then becomes sentient no holds barred
the afternoon thickens its reticence
while I sit here dying for a second
as the shadow had sunk as I push it off
which brought me on a ride in a sonnet
and quicker than it, I jumped on it.
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