It was actually kind of relevant to something I'm dealing with.. or was dealing with recently. People can't move on until they have a lead grip on their past. I got that out of "can't set a wing with eyes wired closed".. It's like an abandonment of the truth for something that doesn't even exist anymore. I'm finding it easy to associate that non-existing thing with love or something similarly deep. I do think this deserves a title though, a fitting one.
I dunno. I like it. Those first two lines--
"you can't recover from a gash
by bandaging it with botulism and ash"
--are actually quite catchy. Perhaps I shall introduce them to my everyday conversation.
This moves at a rattling pace (spoken word-y?) that one the second reading seemed to me to be hiding some inconsistencies. Then on the third reading I decided the inconsistencies were a result of faulty reading on my part.
All I guess I'd say (well actually I've already said rather a lot I suppose) is "remember who you are" seems sort of cliché, as a phrase. Also, aren't pretenses always false? It feels redundant.
Not godawful though, not by a long shot.