BETWEEN THE NECTAR AND THE POISON Comments

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The bird decided
to return from Utopia
when it could reach nowhere
after flying all its life.
If you have a place
to return to, you are free.

But where will the bird
return today?
There are hunters
waiting with invisible nets
There are those calling you
with the same-feather principle

There are those waiting
at the mast of poetry
to turn you into a flag of solitude.
There is daylight on the canvas
and a branch to roost on.
The finger and the brush are as alert as ever.

Where will the bird return
Today?
To whose dining table
as a favourite dish?
To the hymn of which Un-God?
To the cage of which pavement astrologer?
On which branch will
the bird returning from
Utopia roost?

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The dusk hadn't come calling.
Nor was it sure where it was going
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