World of Glass
Birds do not look much like leaves until fluttering leaves look, to me, like birds because feathering is a metaphor. Shearings are slivers trimmed from glass and shearlings are sheep just shorn. The meaning is in the action, not in the thing itself. It’s the throwing of   the stone. The chip makes a waster or cullet, something flawed, returned to potential, so different than flight. To leaf  is to layer in gold. Pages are leafed through, and feather meant flying before it became pen, just as glass was sand before it was glass. Sheets can be paper, or they can be glass. An eye can be glass, can glass over, and plume is the shape of smoke, of  birds, as if etched on air. When the atmosphere cracks, glass is said to weep. No fleece, no feather or leaf, no view through the fire and glaze. Flamework gives shape to sand. The birds take their leave.
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