The birds,
They know places,
High away
They fly away,
Into a dream once
I saw them wonderfully white
Silence rushing through them.
I woke up rolling forward
And the whole world
Played lamb and fierce creatures,
struggling though burning winds and fighting for air
Blood-raw skin to bones to earth,
Trying to pinch each other, nothing worked.
Really, we were going through a kind of hell.
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