AVIAN BROOD

Like birds I send my dreams
Into my dark cerebral sky
To swarm and swerve on my thin
Grey whiff homing rein less
In my warm dilated reverie.
For a time they rise like woodcocks
And dash their new wings
On my pious breath,
Their several singing chirking louder
As they then descend to coo
Among the ever trees in my mind;
And thus protected they nest
My arterial cerebration
Till I blush them to the world
And their trig elytrons fall
And their feathers fill
With bright red wounds.

—Dumas fils

As an educator no part of the Bible is of greater value than are its biographies. Conversely extended: for a biographee, what they are is what has been written (educated) into them; these inner-man things are what they will love writing about....

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