You are a vulture, I am a mouse
who climbs ceilings in search
of foreign seas where bones
and fish and jelly,
and bones lay scattered,
crumbling little specs
to make sand in the wide,
acidic water that wears away our lives
and seagulls swarm overhead,
just like the vultures.
No matter where
vultures and birds,
like life and death.
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