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in midst
of premonition,
vague unsettling sense
of impending
, has passed
blending
sears synapse
erases forecasts
, chases feathers

swooping shadow
of onyx wings
spirals down
catch thief
talon clutches
slate clear
feather falls
through void, weightless

insubstantial still ripple
or flitting of tiny wing

, though i'm lonely
alive inside,
waiting canvas

wants brushstrokes

in midst of premonition, vague unsettling sense of impending , has passed blending sears synapse erases forecasts , chases feathers swooping shadow of onyx wings spirals down catch thief talon clutches slate clear feather...

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