{non est inventus}

i've always been a bird on the wire

connected only because i hold on

(sosotightly)

but the wire began to shake

and i spun out of control

till i didn't know which way was up

and i felt

myself

be-

gin

to dro
p

.

ame qui vive

and i lay there with no wires to hold me up

(or in)

and all was absent,

(& now this bird has flown)

but the fall had made me know.

i never reached heights by flight

invisibly caged by what i knew

i was taken-

led by the feel and pull of the wind

(inside) this whirlwind

i discerned your hand

you led me by the paths on your palms

and then there were your lips

with their rhythm and whispers

{and curving like the petals of a rose}

intimate strength i pull from there

until you go and i sing a single strain

from 'terribly afar in the lost lands'