Now that the bile has settled
(a diaspora of desire-less malcontent)
An unborrowed breath inhales
And remembers the training-wheels
Removed themselves with heavy eyes
Many myopic moons ago (intentional consonance?)
Clipped wings do not hold back movement;
They require a drawing board visit to refigure flight.
(there are flightless birds: no?)
And as the scientist’s organs lie inherit
On myopias debunked examination table,
A sustained sleepiness successfully situates
(articulate consonance awareness? 🙄)
An appropriate repositioning of internal parts.
(a decision to live is a lifetime commitment)