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Something stirred
overhead
I looked up
A bird moved
from one branch to
another.
Nothing much
but I wondered
about the silent
and short movement.
After strides and strides
I am now still
almost riveted
not wanting to be pushed
and pulled
Just enjoying the border
between knowing and
not knowing.
It is bliss no doubt.
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