it is your world now
you have enough of theirs
those who are gods and goddesses
what is perfect is never your choice
not yours
though
you live in your world now
of imperfections
on the other hand
upon such acceptance
you have become one
perfect human being
it is your world now
fill it with the birds of your choices
red, blue, yellow
feathers and claws and beaks
keep them well
in your hands
let them fly forever in your minds
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