The Bird Cage


I’m empty.
You’re surprised?
You thought she would suit my gilded walls.
You rather fancied she would sit on my perch
Waiting to hear if her song was in your key.

It’s no good looking.
She never came.
Why would she?
She knows that love and fear can’t co-exist.
She knows that control can only be granted.

Yet -
Here we sit.
I’m empty. You in the cage next to me
Preening your panic and
Feeding on the seed of self-importance.

Listen.
Can you hear it?
Her song distorting time…

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Reference:
Coffee Shop in Covent Garden, London


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