Back in the Feathered Fish Days
Last night in the dark,
while in the restless curdle of old dreams,
I thought I was a fish-bird
then a bird-fish.
Even now
millions of years away
from those slowly evolving days,
if we gulp the air too fast
our hearts flutter,
wanting to swim or fly.
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