A Silver Fox

First step shine like a silver fox Then light as feathers from a phoenix wing That falls to the ground that I run away with quick [?] It's so when you warm my back 'Cause as I try to leave this town behind There are fox fur and feathers all over the suburbs And a fabric of voices on my mind The vowels have cut along your back And consonants are glazed along the wet line of The wet line of your eye ...into the sky!