all those years ago
the time we created
still makes me question
who we really are
this blend of personae
created a monster that
marched across the world
you were never convinced
when we ran out of magic
dust
we continued to fight wounded
we found a path
but the growing always hurts
you can feel the bones stretch and creak
it takes time to build a wing
to learn to soar in the open wind
and now we exist, brother wing
on each side of the earth