Words for wings

(It means what you want it to)

I’m a fantasist

Holding a wand that produces a flag with BANG written on it

So don’t get me wrong.

I’ve got a pen with an edge,

I am indifferent honest,

I stand here,

With my opus on the line,

Yours for the judging,

A shadow of a man with an English degree

And, in short, I am afraid.

I stand here,

At the crossroads of the eternal and the mortal

And ask for your forgiveness.

These are my words,

But I’m just borrowing them

From my father

From the great cosmic consciousness

And everything I can give you is the most perfect coincidence

From the Library of Babel.