"If I come upon you would you be ready for the likes of me?
Would you welcome in, me with wings meant to be free
to flutter all about and fly away from your eyes from time to time?
Whispers I hear brought to me from wandering winds, probable illusions
continually capture me to flutter and fly away in my mind
in search of sunken ships within the depths I may or may not ever find.
There’s not an anchor to hold me, nor any cage to enclose me.
My sail is flight itself; not in fleeing but in believing
of myself enough to hear the whispers and not the world encage me.”
Teapotter, “Off the Cuff”
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