The idea was to go on
Filling in the missing pieces
Of the past to expose
The house of the dead
On an island in the middle
Of a nowhere sea
Like the bird I buried
And then dug up again
A few weeks later
Because I missed his song
One day he simply crumpled
In his cage he who had
Straddled my finger and spoke
His pleas for a kiss so long
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