12:39 A.M.

a blue jay has flown into my garage
a brown and blue blur
hovering watching me
circling and blurring
i fled.
i’m in the house writing this
hope he finds what he’s looking for
was he a messenger?
now i’ve fled, there’ll be no message
i’ve got to go check
check the blue jay message
i’m just no good at this spirit stuff
what if he needs something, but can’t tell me?
open my blue jay brain
reach back to the saurian
now i’m nervous
brown and blue raptor in my garage
reach out
feel that blue jay peace way
oh yeah
blue blur
tell me

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