birds overhead

Birds circle above me in a sky of red

beating wings, laughing overhead

stars zeroing in on me; this time –

I’ve got nowhere to hide…

no  more caves of bone and marrow

no more graves, wet and shallow

I’ve got nowhere to run…

Birds circling in the great dark

void overhead, currents of destiny

soft murmurs of notion cloaking

the world from my eyes

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