There is something that I lost today,
Something that could never be.
Like a bird, it took off and sped away,
Leaving me dazed and confusingly free.
A taste of freedom as bitter as rind
And a heart with a cold slab of stone in place…
How at once it appears clear and blind..
Alone, but unchained is the one saving grace.
And is this an ocean surface illusion?
Am I in flight as a white albatross?
A sequence of zeros and ones, a poetic fusion
In search of a meaning in every benevolent loss.