inert finches fixed to branches
murmur speaker phone static
throats whistling rumbling scratches
jerking away in flip book stutters
calling out from hollow slumber
confused phrases spoken sundered
a congress of demons parses the noise
consorting like broken finches
speaking to each other
in sounds like struck matches
shearing the bindings
of marooned perceptions
and counseling them to cannibalize
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