Your beak nuzzles my lungs
Chases my words as if a chill
Rides deep in my towering bones
Seals my lips as a sprain
With a stiffening anguish
My reserve is erratic at best
For I seek still the jar
The jar with its human sap
Its viscous amphibious masks
The price of anthropomorphism
Does not abate with practice
But grows and grows
Until I am wearing my smile
Stitched beneath my nose
Impassive as a scythe
I the chimera, the eidolon
The invoker of indolent fears
Will you betray me little bird?
Or shall I dance upon your grave
My heart being the perfect fit
For your delicate sentiments
An organic cage that feeds
Of itself for fear of company
How lonely I am and how long unseen
Strait as a Cypress for dread of sleep
Arrest not my eyes for my dreams
Are not so easily curbed as my thoughts
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