confused the ancestors, but that's my timeline...

and all that's left of it now is wings and a prayer and your foolish transistor radio turned up so loud and you all proud now deaf and dumbfounded and clouded night-vision as wandering clouds loom overhead and your wire afoot is shaky with dread all alone and left reeling from years spent unfeeling and my flock nesting in this time zone away makes it possible to forget you yesterday and far away somewhere its raining on your head now and you just pray but still. the deaf ears receive your words and i recall my tears in my dreams and thank the moss in between my toes now too for the days and the life and the wings and prayers heard here with my flock and my rock of gibraltar i guess in the years and the days and the split hairs and mothballs since i first wasted a breath on you and your death by deaf and dumb now and your plummet down to earth from that perch on a wire just always higher than mine it seemed like was a long-time coming and now i rejoice in my own version of re-birth and god or christ or buddha who cares- i thank you for giving me wings and a miracle mother who cares not of bad dreams and worse choices and all it took out of her to find me and guide me back to the nest i'd fallen from.