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one wing

-ed scapula: what does it mean?


Look out, child, clamber above

the fill line of the world:

if we are indeed part


of a continent and not alone, 

where is everyone?

Our vise of hands


cannot hold counter-

clockwise flight, 

is too confusing for radar:


this carceral island 

will never keep us. 

On an armspan


altar below

I imbue

the homespun


stone with a blue 


a fletched offering


wind-ing you up. 


Tolu Oloruntoba

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