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fed upon flight
these fast few lines
never to catch
an outward breath
the breeze is
of other age invention
gave the angels wings
come perpendicular
to a sun perch flew
fine boned
feathered, leaf green
door left
an accidental bird come in
upside down check out trill
from day to dust
can you hear silence in the song?
was once a way into the tree
who’s not alive to light now?
tinkle, flit and out
far calls!
tricks of which wisdom here?
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