The birds are
A bloody nose,
A bowl of
Crumpled paper
On fire,
Washed ashore
Having dreamed of whales.
A slight asteroid belt
For a fever
Will last a few days.
As the years go by
On some nights
You can see
A subtle scaffolding around the sun.
To catch a
Shadow,
You’ll need duct tape,
A tripwire, and
A mirror.
And like a dream, some of the words- I don’t know which ones.
This is fantastic. The last line makes me immediately want to return to the beginning and read again.
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Thank you. Your comment made me smile.
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