the miracle of geese in v-flight formation
is the communism of reduced drag
echoing blue print ventriloquy
into minds of sudden possibilities;
our eyes ascending hills in premonition.
no trespass is just a sign.
Tags: dreams, migration, poetry, silence
Mutual aid, a factor of evolution. Viva Kropotkin! And on the other side / it didn’t say nothing / this side belongs to you and me [from the verse of ‘This Land is Your Land’ that no one ever sings].
the sound of nothing is a darn good acoustic masterpeiece
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