I just have on question for you
How do you trust a bird song
as it cycles
on the staves
and styles of calculation?

Well you,
you look it dead in the eye
and you stare
stare right into

its jagged
its supples
its sleights

and echoes of time.

Then,
let it be its own moonshine
the likes of which stars have never seen.

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when you look at yourself
and everything your hate about yourself is hanging out
with everthing you love about yourself
is when
you realize it is a thing of beauty
when so much realization bubbles up.

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