The bones in my back
Creak and crack,
Failing
To unfold into wings.
Steam bent ribs
Shivering themselves
To splinters
Broken for flight.
The Angel of incidence
Equals the Devil of refraction —
An arrow
Fletched with feathers of light
Shattered against ugly
As sin, physik
Ricocheted outward
Reflecting what is hunched
Inward.
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