Stone basin Sanctuary,
Puddled up with rain,
Cleans my feathers good,
Feel alive, liking the flight in glide.
Together the wind and the heat
Provide asylum, from that gravity,
claiming the clouds I float by,
Dragging them down, Draining
those sky mountains, waxing
the waned stone basin Sanctuary.
I dust off these wings again,
Catch my gust southward
Up and away from the tethers
of earth, the Death, The cold
Forces this bird to fly and
This bath keeps me primed
to find the next paradise.
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