“There are not wings of dreams that have not previously dealt with the flight of black thoughts.”
“So rapid is the flight of dreams upon the wings of imagination.”
“I dream of flight, not to be as the angels are, but to rise above the smallness of it all. The smallnesss that I am. Against the daily death the iconography of wings.”
“Can I love someone...and still think/fly? Love is flying, sown, floating. Thought is solitary flight, beating wings.”
“Now my wings are black, I thought, and yet I am not like my friends. We are all different. Each for his own memories, and his own invisible golden dreams.”
“Fight or flight? If I had wings, there’d be no choice. But since I don’t have wings, I have to rely on my cape, and a long running start.”