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The maestro waves his baton1 Emu makes me sing I feel the blood-pain but can’t see the claw.2 Semiotic bird Why is it to be happy, we cannot know we are?3 Waking with Emu.
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He got into a box of miracles and stole three. With the first he made it so no one would know he had run away. With the second he made himself a human boy forever. 5 With the third, he made He’s the Eternal Child, the god who was missing6 He’s the divinity who smiles and plays. The New Child who stays where I stay78 |
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we opened the clouds
Paradise inside
Bird of many forms,
asked the sky, yourselves |
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How I love you all, all, all13 common passion flames, And my head burns wanting to sing you14 Whitman sang of that That I love, I explode, I roar with order and hidden measure15 Flight of the fluid I want to live at large in the air16 Earth-bound bird, bearing Facing you, I’d want a little less engineer in my soul17 Silence me with your
Ah you, who sang it all, you left everything to sing18 |
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is my need for bird
The bird alights, looking only to its alighting
Gimlet-eyed bird, curve
And each year with spring the leaves appear20
Our three-personed love And each year with autumn, they fall from the trees.21 Lovely Bird, maybe |