the feathered, enthusiastic
young juggler of truths
makes fools of gods
makes food of them too
she sings chirpadee-dee
chirpadee-dee
the lovelit holes
in cosmic backyards
grow into wells of being
they sing chirpadee-dee
chirpadee-dee
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