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As I swan dive into the estuary, the birds do not flinch at my fall |
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They perch in the rafters, before, during, after: they do not notice me at all |
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As I float down into the estuary, wind cases my body in cool |
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I smell petrol fumes, see the smoke rise in plumes: the earth is one big fireball |
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Anecdote, lie |
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My own alibi |
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I've been telling jokes |
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Piled notes high |
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My own alibi |
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I've been selling rope |
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As I break the film of the estuary, the seaweed submerges my form |
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No passing cars stop, not a single jaw drops, as my wallet and keys sink before. |
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A splash all I left in the world |
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Once held a magpie in the palm of my hand and the blood in our veins flowed faster, as I'd planned |
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Got a heart full of love and a head full of more but a fist full of threads from the seams |
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and I saw a smile in that beak. |
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Oh I was a bird right then, one day I will be again |
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I've been telling jokes while selling rope to you |
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There's no ticker-tape, no golden gate |
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No carnival and no parade |
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Just one, one for sorrow |
