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The Seagull and Her Spire
The seagull who stands upon
Her burning church spire
With fading days light
Stretching from a far
Projecting only to her
Engraving her presence
Onto the secret sense
Of a day almost done
She transforms, forgetting all the stealing
Scrounging, deceit and treachery
Of the day’s harsher hours
The feathers flying and beaks abiding
The struggle for just one more day of life
And all that it tarnished in its wake
She forgets it all as she
Stands tall and somber
Atop of her solitary
Passion producing post
Her shimmering church spire
Whatever lies beneath can wait now
For it’s beyond her and she beyond it
Time for visions of peace and desire
Atop of her burning church spire
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