On me I mean a balm
Shattering the peace of my affliction
I tell myself pick this up
Or put this down
But I don’t follow my instructions
Something in me looks the other way
Like the humming perching on the air
Surveying the perilous earth
I know what you mean
When you think we are different creatures
Though we breathe the same air and light
Until we can rejoin them
The same pair of wings
The same flight
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