Washed Memoir in Real Time
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Occasional Hawk Photographer and The Baby Dragon Flies
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Occasional Hawk Photographer and The Baby Dragon Flies

Washed Memoir Episode X: Lofted Wings and Burning Things
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Occasional Hawk Photographer

Lofted Wings and Burning Things

Blindly heroic architecture

on which to perch and which to dive.

Angels of emanation,

burning bright and burning light.

Engineers of machinations,

looking low with darkened eyes.

The ghost of the flea. You’ll see.

The flick of the tongue.

You’ll see the drinking of blood.

You’ll see the mirror of our love.


This song is about the transformation from mediocrity to madness.

And hawks.

But I can think of at least a few other valid meanings. It was written in collaboration with a particular redtail hawk—who is my neighbor. During the writing process, I shared a couple of iterations of this song on Substack Notes. No need for me to repeat myself.

What we do online echoes in eternity.

Amateur Human Songwriter

This song may also be used as a spell. MiterCORP is not responsible for any ill use of magic.

The hawk will receive no royalties or compensation, though it has now signed a record deal with LABELABEL.

Thank you for reading Washed Memoir in Real Time. Please share this post with an occasional hawk photographer.

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