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Hornet's Nest.

"A Gull Goes Up

Gulls when they fly move in a liquid arc,
Still head, and wings that bend above the breast,
Covering its glitter with a cloak of dark,
Gulls fly. So as at last toward balm and rest,
Remembering wings, the desperate leave their earth,
Bear from their earth what there was ruinous-crossed,
Peace from distress, and love from nothing-worth,
Fast at the heart, its jewels of dear cost.
Gulls go up hushed to that entrancing flight,
With never a feather of all the body stirred.
So in an air less rare than longing might
The dream of flying lift a marble bird.
Desire it is that flies; then wings are freight
That only bear the feathered heart no weight."

--Léonie Adams

Forty Miles of Bad Road.

"Fear stalks the land. (As usual; so what else is new?)"

- Ishmael Reed, Mumbo Jumbo (via @EverySongIverEve)

Ghost Riders in the Sky.