Mar 11, 2015
Yeah, I didn't write this.
But, "Prometheus, I will take your place on the cliff. I invite the beaks of eagles to rip me open for tide inside this body. I cannot always do it myself. Descend, conduit eagles. Let my spirit hemorrhage through the palms of my wounds, pumping pulse like volume. I will drench their feather tips heavy with my blood, until they cannot life away. And, in their attempts to soar, compose the story of us all."