Distress

Quick and ruthless poetry. Great writing.

we are starlings

Who are you?
Who am I?

A swelling, cataclysmic ride

Pulsating, gyrating
Bend and contract

Pushing and pulling
Ever more in abstract

Who do we resemble?
Who are we now?

From the pale moon shadows,
Bleeding the cow

I can’t even fathom
The perfect One here

But I am just covered
And smothered by smear.

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