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Little Swallow, I Envy You

Little swallow

I am no swallow
Singing brightly,

Plodding earthbound
soaring blindly,

reciting flatly
dipping low

watching wistfully

Your wingtips graze

My heels clutch
the clouds

the earth

You wear no shackles
I have no wings
to bridle

to offer
your flight

simple escape

in a boundless sky

in a mediocre machine
No words, no thoughts
Habits, trivial fears
chain you to the ground
snare me to reality
Spread out below,

a toyland,

a quicksand,
the world

ordinary existence

minute and paltry

static and inevitable

Enviable gift

Featherless wings
A lustrous exit

A tiptoe
from reality

into a swallow's niche
Slipping away

from mundane worries

an elusive dream
Drifting above

Crafting my own
raised voices

and bitter words

and tender wings
Oh, to be untouchable

Someday I will soar

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