She dreams of magpies
songs of one and two
sorrow and joy
freedom comes layered
with particles of hope
almost there
when the chaos theory is spoken of-
they wont mention thursday or even friday
when her heart heals
time-bandits and bolivian rain forests will fill in the gaps
balls of steel worn well
and the bells rang out across the greenery
clang of the chiming clock beckons
each second to come forth
they tick on her skin
deduct the fractions
& it all becomes free
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