Bird Brain

My eyes twinkle at bedtime as mischievous play arches over me. Who can speak his own words when giant feathers of the void are fanned out marvelously. Break chemical fetters of paralyzing caution to step forward. She only allows one kindness to scattered exiles. If truly chased out by the world, you will be thrusted into countless appointments. Luck is a fierce cockatrice that raises up to unveil her nest. Pick an egg before she seats herself again. Why do I go without cheer, abhor love stories, and temper my high with low? Suck down the yoke and tell me what you feel. To be counted as one of her brood proceeds adjective. Motivations confess without interrogation. Miles are added to depth perception. Overnight, mandibles become strong enough to crush stone like toasted bread. For this price my head is weighed down at noonday. A bumbling sleepwalker who can not make sense of the ambient light is only good for avoidance. I have found a crack in melancholy squeezing myself through it. A different world settles upon me; a world ordered by the bruteness of truth absent any conniving. When your heart has spent the last of it's allowance, oblivion will perch. Do not run.