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A Raven, to a Wren |
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Bound about by this city, smog, steel, Brother and sister bird-chicks, blindly dreaming flight under its gray sky-shell Feeling the outer world invisible, closed and open spaces, winds and havens What can we do, as yet unborn, untried, but spread in dreams, in hope, our wings of words and trace our arcs across this inner space Preparing for a free wild infinity? |
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