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A CAGE WENT IN SEARCH OF A BIRD
A CAGE WENT IN SEARCH OF A BIRD
Kafka
What use is a cage
that's become afraid
of its own trappings -
its mirror, its bell its swing?
What use is an opening
that doesn't stay open?
What use is a perch
that doesn't stay still?
No use thinking things
will change
should a bird fly in
and make itself at home.
What use is a co...
Friday 25th March 2016 5:28 pm
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