Tiny Bird
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Tiny bird, titanic sky, what a gift
to your wings, hard to rest
in absolute contentment! enthusiasm itself,
eyes on freedom rivetted, without feeling
your littleness
so much so you are integral
part of space, pushing into
empty air you flap up
somewhere between the excitement
of hopes and crashing futures,
with nothing beneath, save
MAN and his petty things
throttled by napalm invading
wind.the wonder of you
is on me again as if
your mind and mine work in unison.
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