A poem
they come screaming
white wings against gray sky
thoughts circling
circling
no sand here
no ocean
yet they persist
scavenging memories
bold and brash
they strut through
the landscape of my skull
claiming territory
i watch them soar
between my temples
their cries echoing
in the caverns of my doubts
these birds
uninvited guests
nesting in the eaves
of my consciousness
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