We are busy little stardusts

I fear the answer is deep inside

a finger-string game

and that we’ve been bamboozled

by misdirection

of naughty birds

who show us rings and found words

so we’re carried away

into a beautiful and deadly chaos.

I think we forgot who we are.

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