Infinite Birdsong

Let's workshop this poem about the human longing for self-understanding and the indirect ways we often have to approach knowing our own hearts

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Infinite Birdsong

Not knowing our heart
to its own satisfaction, 
we ping out clues 
to its nestled caves

through self-expression
(tucked at times
in joking because 
too raw)—externalizing

shadowy innards
in hopes that any light
mirrored back might
guide enlightenment.

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