“Because these wings are no longer wings to fly But merely vans to beat the airThe air which is now thoroughly small and drySmaller and dryer than the willTeach us to care and not to careTeach us to sit still”
“Teach us to care and not to careTeach us to sit still.”
“As birds' wings beat the solid air without which none could fly so words freed by the imagination affirm reality by their flight.”
“We cannot separate the air that chokes from the air upon which wings beat.”
“Can I love someone...and still think/fly? Love is flying, sown, floating. Thought is solitary flight, beating wings.”
“Why? But why don't we have feathers? Or Wings? Nothing but the shoulder blades where wings would be attached? Why, because we no longer need wings. We've got aeros. Wings would only be in the way. Wings are for flying, but we have nowhere to fly to, we've already flown there, we've found it.”