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Birds on a Wire


Being young
is that a fault?
when the words flow in the ether
that little bird trills
Auras have a away of showing
One to the other and touching
      do birds feel that
The reason they fly away
when One comes close

stay awhile and hold out your hand
before the red cardinal comes
      close to pick the seeds
from ones hand
Pecks the flesh and eats
      Bones they are and bones will become
Some call them vultures
some call them carrion
      I think the crimson dripping is life's essence
and it colors the skies as the world renews itself
      Gaia sings

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