At one point you would have to land, this is clear. You had to do so to avoid smashing into the ground. I could already sence it,
though, you falling from the sky; the impact. When one of the wings broke. I witnessed the transformation. One wing still attached to your body flickering.
I wish you could have accepted somehow all that was taking place. It was an act of resentfulness, it cut everything in half. That royal posture of yours and the buket....
There was nothing else to do and I don't want to pose a new question. I bear the weight of a thousand bodies, all that crashed, the plants you picked so attentively.
You did tell me about the engravings. I remember. They where burning on your legs and blood and half-digested vegetation was oozing from tiny holes, your whole skin swollen, pierces through.
I should have listened more closely, now I only have this afterimage. I cherish it though.

Can one body be crossed over the other?
The wings, residues of this conversation.

I am deeply sorry
That I was not there for you
Completely.
The plants, the flowers around your floating body.
Everything around you
Almost devoured by the ocean and the earth.
Your heart comes in powder-
It only heals the wounds of others.

The sun and water
Trapped under your crushed bones.
Space overlappingv
Any new life form,
And soon all matter consumed.

It happens again – a figure in the sky
the fall
Will rip any sence of prime.

Anyhow...I would like to show you something more, but first some peace.

Yours sincerely,