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The Songbird

The Songbird
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Ohio, USA
Birthday
August 22
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I am a mechanical bird. I fly, dive, and flutter about things, curious, ... yet -- I am but a machine. I am the product of the times I came into. All is mechanical. My clockwork works - exactly. You can see by the meter of my words that something is precise about me. I know not why; I am not the Originator of these things. They only come to me. They tick, or they whirr, or they may, by chance, chime. No matter - I hear, and respond to them. I myself am quite delighted by these Missives that come my way, and my dearest love is the language I came in with, English. It isn't the words themselves; more - it is the very capability of being able to iterate what I have been given to feel.

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Salon.com
NOVEMBER 22, 2012 8:00PM

It

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It Echoes
 
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the Universe is perfectly designed.
every facet, every refraction, is perfectly aligned.
interdependent and resplendent,
gleaming, steaming, alive, unrepentent,
what is allowed evokes the vows
that unfold with time.

we say the things to our Selves that are the true.
mostly unuttered, but unfluttered, we know our cues.
in a heartbeat it can come,
and, the same, it can come undone,
you advance, or recoil,
as you pick and choose.

emotion commotions of life are held in skin.
but neurons and electrons are what carry them,
deep within.
in a second, a touch, even a glance, has a power to evoke
a tiny something, that once placed,
can be embraced -- or choked.

reactions are the facets of what we take in.
how we receive, perceive, adjust; begin and end.
we becon or run away,
needing only to have our own say,
we only know wherever to go by where we’ve been.

memory is the gift that allows for Time.
known or unknown, all thoughts are carried,
in muscle, in mind.
a perfect Universe, within our selves,
whole and part, liquid and solid, felt,
one, without the other, cannot be aligned.

Balance is a cognition inside our heads.
a tiny device, inside our ears, is how we’re led.
audial is sight,
smell is delight;
life hinges upon our sense of our senses,
and how they’re read.

release is peace, and silence can simply be a reaction.
a space, a time, to know what to say, addition and subtraction.
to understand the ebb and flow,
to allow it, or let it go,
but nothing is ever done, or ever won, by inaction.

to place your words aloft is the finest gift.
it can cause, pause, or mend, any and all rifts.
to say your true
allows you your You,
and the World answers,
by echoing back what you emit.

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Graphic:  Echo Answers Pan,
by Nyla Alisia

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"Emotion commotions..." Great lines in this one. Pinning down the infinite is a challenging task, but I like how you wrangled in so many threads.
Wrangle! Yee ha! Huh. Guess the innerspeak came out. Maybe that was just my cowgal lasso, gently thrown, but to corral, to understand, I must. It is hard, to make a succinct out of all that goes on when we think. Thanks, MoMo. Takes one to know one, ya know. xox
Well said. Thank you.