This bird will return no more

This bird will return no more.

This bird that takes flight from your face,

born of your flesh, unfolds into space,

it beats layers of air like a frantic child

clapping his hands before the body of his outstretched

father, his head smashed against a wall.

 

René Daumal

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Self portrait: Judith Crispin

Sad seagull portrait: me

Image blending, photoshop art and poem choice: Judith Crispin

Lightroom refinement: me

Done