Temple Street Phoenix MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   I want to dance up the sharp edges of the Phoenix

Fly along the angles of a bird rising from the fire

Tilt my head back and glance down at a square of

Coffeeshops and office buildings

Churches and banks

Cobblestones and concrete

Tying to decide who to cast my lot with

Morpheus or the lions

Maybe if I settle into the crook

Of the resurrected's wing

A decision will come to me

Where Christmas lights shine on a black bird

Arrested and distorted in the act of ascension

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