we alighted like birds on the same tree flocking together a tribe of starlings a single neck turns a single head we all move as one a murmuration in effect but it is not our nature to operate so unified and here we are again now jolted into flight shaking branches, one at a time anxious to resume that familiar energy this wingbeat purely reactionary nothing safe is solved for yet a mass recalibration we shift directions constantly unspoken, devoid of leadership we pick up on each others' movements sensing slight changes in direction our muscles twitch as we migrate southward conjuring this new season it is in the air it is in the air pray to god we make it there
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