The wings

"I'm piecing you together." …

What happens later
I found a hand yesterday
I'll catch your voice today.
And somewhere in the middle of the way
I'll tie my eyes to my heart.
- You're a strange architect of bodies...
in a hurry to shop for important things
Things are not my wings


But you don't understand me.
Not the body of the "I", but the "I" - the soul