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GRAY BIRD
On a totem-pole of the world,
Where do I fall
And who is my animal
And what is it that makes me valuable
Do my memories
Create a varnish that is suitable
Does my love, laughter
Do they create meaning
My personality or my half-aflame brain
That eluding feeling,
That desperate reaching in the dark,
Is that truth
Driven towards a wandering purpose
Born into an unmovable position
In damped fire,
I find myself
a fleeting Gray bird.
