you bite at the sun

ORIGINAL POEM BY DAVID SICHLER

you bite at the sun
a nymph at dawn
wings mapped with impossible estuaries
to search between the sacred and profane
beyond the brevity of a day
the voracious eye beckons the mayfly
sleep of the fossil
do you envy the cinnamon earth
for the odyssey it grants tomorrow

© David Sichler

HELLO, I'M DAVID

This poem has been written and strung together by me, the highly strung one.

It is printed on cream-coloured paper, covered in a matt laminate for protection and assembled by hand with red string and a wooden peg. It comes in a glass test tube, 20mm x 150mm with a black stopper.

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