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Starlings in Flight

Suddenly loosed from the ties that bind me to the world
I float freely in a maze of starlings in flight
Seeing the patterns we weave as we make them
As if on the outside, an observer watching
Stunned by a beauty I cannot comprehend,
And when I can stand it no longer
Being both within and without
Both inside and out
Stricken with vertigo,
Terrified, and blinded by rage,
I pretend it never happened
And watch it disappear
Like a dreamer at the edge of waking.