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Dreamed 1975/1/10 by Wayan
I'm a bird-girl nesting in a tower.
Graceful gem in a Lloyd Wright style,
Castle on a hill.
Rich rotten royals own it. Bad how,
You ask? They think they own me too,
Treat me as their pet.
I spiral round the eaves, spot all
The nesting nooks of a thousand birds
Groundlings never see.
I rouse them! Call "Birds all! Birds all!"
Out the wingwild thunder, curl the tower
In a helical swirl.
Bird-cyclone lures an inundation
Moating the mansion till it's too isolate
For a fine estate.
Out go the rich! This new islet I declare
A feral sanctuary. Wing-home! Our
- What's it mean? At the time, I loved the image but couldn't figure it out. I was in college, in a writing class I loved... though I did notice how, well, narrowly human my classmates were. And that I was... other.
- The moat: It took another couple of years to face, but now it's clear the moat warned "If you want to soar, you need isolation from the human throng."
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