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A reed sparrow flew by my window
She looked a little pale
shaken by her experience
but eager to tell her tale:
“I saw I always had been dreaming
And was suddenly wide awake”
The earth that seemed so stable
Was fluid, like the lake
my mother never gave birth to me
I was giving birth to her, you see
And I was not flying through the trees,
But the trees,
they flew through me…