Even now, I'm not sure.
Of myself, of them, of you.
I hold this necklace
Dangling from my fingers
And stare at it with my intent.
Can it be that somehow it's linked?
Can it be picked up on radar?
Does it inhance emotion?
Does it increase happiness?
Or epiphanize the anger inside?
It makes me soar
Yet on artificial wings
Sheening metal feathers
Silver in dawn's light.
Yours shine natural brown
With great white feathers adorning your head
And deep amber eyes looking forwards
And up towards the sun.
Nothing compares to the keratin smile
Playing upon non-existant lips
With glee reflecting in those eyes.
And when those amber eyes fade to deep brown
And those great white feathers thin and blacken
And when the keratin softens to mere flesh
And as I stand, I will shed the artificial.
Metal to flesh, robotic to life
Thus two will stand
Shall we bathe in the light?
With the eagle feathers falling
Like cherry blossoms in the Spring
We will dance until it descends.
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