I am lonely beyond belief
The branch of reason upon which my talons grasp is a form of theatrical therapy
For experimental reasons, I have taken my loneliness and made of it a stage
That branch my talons grasp is a living thing, green with chlorophylled leaves providing shade and camouflage
Beyond it is the open expanse of the sky - between leafy arms and trunks of trees, beneath yet amidst the canopy - The Sky!
The open air, free and filled with rumors, murmurs of other birds and free things thinking themselves unnoticed
Beyond the leaves in this rhetorical tree my metaphorical talons tuck in beneath the pinions and muscly fluff that allows my to fly
Loneliness is the soaring of the bird in flight - murmuring the memory of other birds
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Shanti Sena is a skill set that needs refining
