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along a line,
axial shift.
leaden feet,
demon neat.

bundles; too many!
jumbled arrangement,
ordered loss.
the rain fell,
tumbling gains.

Acrobats in the air,
Fire driven hard and rare.
The many left replete,
A few favoured beyond care.
There beneath the tongues creep,
Broken,
Shattered,
Pressured,
Ready to weep.

Why are the birds so generous?

Are they conscious of their gift?

Do they fly to remind us of freedom?

Do they dip and wheel to dispel the bonds binding our earth bound limbs?

For a brief moment question and answer collapse.

None to be had
For the scrambling sad.