V Shaped Thoughts

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Thoughts migrate in autumn

A flight of birds in the autumnal sky

The body is a cage to run from.

Amongst fluorescent stars 

with bruised skins

And chipped edges 

Words and letters have glowing feathers

Translucent candles of light

On the blue canvas of the night.

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