Paolo Javier
Moonbird Moonbird
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the end of the world is an island land of fire “Hey Moonbird, moonbird” at the end of the world What do you ask of me? Soothsaying?
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sing in veneration of lost city eyes, bleak in the process of knowing tonsils thundering One form of that life a sinister way Beyond your ability to change & to steward Managed retreat you’ll need a moonshot
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Ever been this far from home? night before sleep in Ushuiaia yanking spat from restinga shelves sustenance for enduring strangle a shrinking migrant
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A spring tide, rollicking-and-rolling Bronzed & swooning snap into whip formation cleave air Under moon, ripped & gorging aminos do yr best to concentrate on feeding Green eating profiteering, fat birds fly faster than thin
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