Incomplete

To me to me
I feel I feel
So I bleed and leak
And spill and spill
A poem incomplete
The mind reels and reels

I fly and fly
A bird on the bound
Catch the breeze
Around and around
Cut of my wings
I sailed down and down

I sing I sing
a voice that soars
but I bring I bring
the song of discord
but I mean I mean
to be in accord.

A poem incomplete
The mind reels and reels