myth of perfect circles

he held a bird in his naked hand,

oblivious to the throngs of people

waiting for a song

 

clouds spoofed better days

by huffing and puffing across

azure skies, leaving mile-high happy trails

 

I’m being led to loll about

in scenes that aren’t really there

and I don’t want to know what’s true

 

we’re either being spit out by

a universe that knows we’re a mistake

or being swallowed by our own delusions

 

if he lets go, will the bird leave a feather

as a memento or as a warning

and is there a difference

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