Chirping, singing,
To their hearts,
To mine.
Flashes of red
Darting now here
Now there.
Now me.
Unafraid,
Moving around
Making all space one.
Not theirs, not mine.
The sudden drumbeat
Of a fluttering swoop
Echoes
In my solar plexus,
As one stops
A foot in front of me.
"Are you me?"
She, or he,
Cocks its head
Looks enquiringly,
Trustingly,
As I do the same.
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