the birds when the fly from the trees

noise maddening      cracked turquoise
or thoughts           birds with
wings threading light                  high
dark air waving on the breaks
between exits.

the mortal colours drifting with each leap
the blurs a thousand lives gambled. 

◄ The Right Shadow


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