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)