moon. across. sun.
seize [ ]
breath
startle. her
flock scatters
breath [ ] swells
[ ] [ ] [ ]
be what. rush of feathers
thousand-fold
Tags: be what, birds, breathless, fragment, poem, scraps, text excavation
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I am the odalisque who lives in an obelisk. I converse with birds.
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