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Parachutes reverse weeding
Propelling perpetual seeds
Disturbing untouched banks
Reserving rivers in their bed
Building cocoons and nests
A proposed
Purpose/less
Un/still
Un/rest
A false reality
Nothingness
Ghosts they’ve become
A mocking sixth sense
Two Blackbirds
Songs of five and six pence
One write lyrics at dawn
One strums chords at dusk
Parachutes advance sowing
Ghosts haunt the husk