Wednesday, 1 April 2009

untitled - Jessica Butler

am I the bird or
am I its singular wing
or am I the bird and
its wing, spiralling
through the nothingness of
atmosphere and vapour,
approaching the hard
something
of soil and wood and water,
the hard everything
of existence,
faster and
faster and
faster and
for so long that I
fall asleep and
dream I am a bird
with only one wing?

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