Into the White Unanchored

This is not a Flag,
Ship;
Unyielding passage
To steely grievance
Crisply center folded
Fuselaged within
The battery of bi-coastal
Entrapment

Duty-free, this bird’s eye
Soars above
Breathing space
In rounded, boundless sky
Carrying butter-flied
Love without restrictions
Lest float-my-boat convictions
Of both present and advantage
Futures wave helium to matter
This winged journey sails
Angel-crewed,
Godly-mastered
I don’t think there is a drink
I wouldn’t swallow if tipped
Just faintly
Star-board.