Waiting for the Wind to Decide

I am partial, particular,

yet you shake me like particles of comb until I drop,
my honey sacks in your palm.

Driven as I am by your perfunctory hands,
-this way, to freedom-
I turn indecisive, weaving false shades of confidence 
with broken flight, lacing 
the night sky in a tangle,

learning to breathe nocturnal.

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