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the Möbius bird
AlchemiA

swirling ascent,
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streaming, feathered, winging --
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'look at your tops, they are my bottoms,'
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she tweets 'n twitters, murmurs me:me
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surging urges in the air she soars
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everywhere a falling feeling --
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a free-spirit flows through her wings
 7
a sort of sixth sense
 8
for rising up to close the gap --
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caresses curious circuits, twirling,
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swooning, reeling,
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drifting through heightened meaning --
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she speaks in many tongues,
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licking the edge of a hush with the rush
 14
of a far-cry, a longing songing sigh --
 15
 
 
in a fluttering, floating glide,
 16
she rounds in passions now arrived, now along,
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swooping,
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falling fast, now turned, re-turned, now gone...
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this human race, so enthralled with all the rush, in the noise of clamouring at the speed of life, we shove and push ...
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14 Dec 13

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