From the Lost Notes of the Deep Dweller’s Shipyard [Fragment #6 (The Sparrow Fragment)]

Sparrows’ wings across the sky
Bringing on an early night;
Rising where the oceans die,
Driven to untimely flight.

There’s no time and there’s no space,
Neither movement nor escape;
Sparrows picking at my face,
Sounds of ripping, bone and scrape.

Here I suffer, here I sing,
Ripped to shreds down to my spine,
Tears of joy it still would bring
For your hand to rest in mine.

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