Though it is not clear why
By Itane Vero
Sun, 26 Oct 2014
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I clambered on the back of the bird
- wings like laborious daydreams,
feathers like concealed prophecies -
and we floated over the earth like
a headstrong cloud. When I looked
down at the world I discovered how
mean, loving, corrupt and funny
we deal with another. Unashamed.
I imagined. I was a god. Just at that
moment, I slipped from the neck of
the bird, landed with a unbelievable
thud in a faithful canopy bed. And
now I lie next to you, knowing how
mean, loving, corrupt and funny we
are. Is it therefore we are so happy.
Like a bird on the head of a statue?
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