--thrush,
from the source of the sun.
i was born of an engine’s roar,
of a floating chrysanthemum.
and we take to the sky,
to storm on the war below.
death is light;
a feather in a typhoon.
we breathe banzai,
our wing is a thunderhead,
we brace to dive
as blossoms governed by the wind.
and we flew.
flew for miles.
blue of sky.
blue of sea.
and I have made a weapon
of my body,
and my ash will dance,
in the wake of the fleet
I will burn
through the hull flames unfurl,
a lotus blooms.
I have sharpened fear,
I have torn out my heart
for the source
of the sun
blue of sky.
blue of sea.
bruised by flak.
from the fleet.
and so we crash towards steel,
so we might reach our talons in.
I am divine wind
all the things my father taught me
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