the King's Game
protected by law
     but an aerodynamic 
             l.a.w 
                     onto itself
the swan's landing approach
an ungainly affair
        
holding my 
                                      b   r   e   a   t   h
in anticipation of an aborted landing
much like a new 
                                                                            LOVE 
                                                                            affair: 
exhilarating but also
     apprehensive
the g
         l
           i
             d
                i
                  n
                     g 
into familiar territory
     embracing the calm waters
as its natural habitat
   lull
a  …  in the relationship
          with nature 
and my emotional state
                                                                              e c h o e d
spurred on by undetermined
external forces
that might have suggested a running                              l
     e
                  a
                               p—
dreams take      w     i     n     g
on blades that CLEAVE the      a    I    r—
       bruised plumose memories
                                             long in the e x h a l i n g …
‘Farewell' dissipates in the swan's strident honking                
 
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