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Black Bird

Black bird of my muse,

wings wrapped around each new word

that rushes from me,

dark feathers brushing

all along my soul; bright eye

fixed on me like fire:

you give me voice to

grasp at all the winds and sing

a falling rapture;

sight to find the ways

above the world that make each

path another’s trudge;

breath to softly taste

the seasons as they become

a time of worship.

Black bird in my heart,

wings spread wide into the vault:

take me where you go.


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