I am the great Egret

she did it the same, based on a feeling,
shunned the possibilities, forgot their name—

and here I am a ship wrecked of its heading,
curious of a gravity to have me sink.

I am the great Egret great its flight,
and cut through the winds of today;

made rich are the clouds cascading their white,
and thundering are the clap of my wings in air,

till I land through the earth and lift up the dust,
and whisper through her endless vibrations.

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