FIND THE BIRD

Knowing You’re Alive

Life is a mystery

made up of everything

vouched individually

to apprehension

by us all

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We see whatever we see

that impresses us

or speaks to us

or bothers us

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Life might be prison

minus bars

or with

It’s all how we see

And that is

how it is

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I wonder where the pigeons are

To me they are seraphic

as I imagine rats could be to

some

or even an orangutan

or long ago grandmother

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I only know one thing

if anything

And when I know it

I’m alive