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Bohemian Rhapsody.

"AND THE FALCON CAME

The gunmetal feathers
Of would not be put aside, would not falter.

The wing knuckles
Of dividing the mountain, of hurling the world away behind him.

With the bullet brow
Of burying himself headfirst and ahead
Of his delicate bones, into the target
Collision.

The talons
Of a first, last, single blow
Of grasping complete the crux of rays.

With the tooled bill
Of plucking out the ghost
And feeding it to his eye flame

Of stripping down the loose, hot flutter of earth
To its component parts
For the reconstitution of Falcon.

With the eye
Of explosion of Falcon."

--Ted Hughes

Tigger mopes.

"we won’t even be able to piss on his grave because he was into that" —@kellylink.bsky.social

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