Change

There’s bird in my head.
It’s fluttering its wings in quick successive movements
It’s a humming bird of sorts
Or a Kingfisher
It wouldn’t settle down
not even to a  constant wing speed


It likes the idea of fluctuation, this idea of change
Constant, arduous, sometimes painful change
But within these four walls
The four walls of my skull

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