cooled
stilled
in the
long lockdown harvest of days
where the
intermediary of voice
shuffles
the spoken words
into a
chosen lyric filled
with the
possibility
of
heightened choice
make do
make do
the bird
of consciousness calls
within
the dark velvet burden
of
ever-deepening night
make way
make way
calls out
the epigrammatic
denizen
of movement and feathered light
- Patrick Singing Sky
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