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My bones are tired And my pretend blue eyes are the same I feel very weak So much so that I can no longer speak I only grunt when you ask “are you awake?” I cannot think of that now I wish to fall asleep In the wild ruins of a meadow- Green and fresh I wish to be surrounded by death I’m tired...

What is confusion? Is it a bird without water, a bird without wings, like a singsong dove who can no longer sing? Does it feel similar to a bird falling to the ground and never being found? Or is it like a bird, but a bird with water, a bird with wings, that suddenly blinks and loses his...