We are falling
falling down
falling under
rising up
The wind lifts us
a tempest against a fading storm
We spread our feathers
a wild beating of wings
Against the throngs below
they are not us
they are ages old
They wish a return
We wish a future
And time is on our side
If they haven’t used it all up
They cannot last forever
We have flown so far
We have seen the moon and the stars
We have risen
We will not be dragged low
We spread our feathers
a wild beating of wings
They cannot contain us
We will soar

Target: 1000 words
Written: 108 words, poem: Feathers Falling

Read: Permanent Record, Edward Snowden
Comics: Chew 24-26, 27.2
Music: No Substance, Bad Religion