all words go somewhere and nothing is ever lost

(firing in response)

do not stop; speak art where all can hear
and touch the tongues of birds with sky
blue line and ink from duct a tear
long paper face, quill dancing by

portrait seaswell reaches cloud
like ice, like crystal shining bead
a peak and then you're crashing down
no symbol slides wet mind unseen            
            
and where can birds as these have been
flung to the edge from here and known
for flapping soft and captive need
a page can only call so loud

(node volley round 3...)