origin

the
amount
of times

I want
to fly

off
the side
of high
railings
is

-every-time.

Even
being
-near
an edge,

I feel
the
weightlessness

-lift
me up

and
-take
me
away.

I’ve
always
dreamt
of flying.

In my
mind places,

I soar
up to
building
and tree
tops.

Maybe
my mother
knew
-somehow

when
she looked
at me
long-ago

as
little
bird;

her motherly
instinct
gently
telling her,

“this one
will not
-stand
for being

|contained|
or
smothered-out

like the
others.”

Territory

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I am bird, these are my words.

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