I walk up to the cottage. A little white blot of humanity amidst the blue and greens - A full stop amidst the constantly running lines - A dot amidst the parallels of nature. Stark contrast. We humans aren't really meant to last. I walk up to the cottage. I've abandoned my boots in favour of green blades tickling my soles dusting off the grime I picked up trudging around New York & Boston. I feel pure again. Or maybe I'm just trying to comfort myself I can see my reflection in the windows now There are leaves in my hair my feet are bare My grin is a little too wide Internal euphoria makes me uncomfortable. I can't see my eyes too clearly So instead I try to look inside There are flowers in a vase There are tables & chairs There is a bird in a cage its feathers are a gentle reminder of the night I realize that I can see its eyes clearly. And it is watching me watch it This pretty bird, sad bird, this bitter creature Residing in its cage in this cottage which is a human intrusion on these intoxicating parallel panoramas. It's cage is facing the window so it can understand in debilitating depth just what it is missing - which is stupid! You don't need to ever remind a bird about the sky I was enraged at this thoughtlessness. But look The bird is speaking to me All this while the bird has been mouthing words at me This bird who lives alone in a cage in this little house nestled on the periphery of the trees which is an unnatural discrepancy in the beauty of the hill. I wonder if the owner of this house the one who tries to remind a bird of the sky is also stupid enough to think he or she owns the hill I wonder if they think they are master of this place. That the area around the cottage is one of their possessions - Their property Well, that's like thinking we own the earth! Our race embarrasses me But look. The bird is speaking to me. I can make out the words it is saying to me I can see myself reflected in its dark empty eyes A little girl with messy hair standing barefoot A vastness of fields and woods behind me A human blip amidst the archaic majesty of nature. It's words are "You & the owner of this house are one."
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