These social fictions

tell us what it means

To hear each other breathing

Not a soul around us

But the bare trees

the cold snow

the sounds of the highway

A Traveller’s Account of Birds: 2063

Too many birds

blocking out the sun:

Reconstituted pigeons

they’re never, ever done…

Art and Science met one day

it’s hard to tell who won

and no one knows when this will end

for they have just begun

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