what is origami without paper?
the bird freed from form,
the hands signing to the void:
we could not bend the air.
i saw the bird in mind before i began,
and just never stopped seeing it.
now she flies where i do,
wings unfolded by freedom,
body untouched by matter,
song uncluttered by shape.
i once saw one hand clapping,
and knew the only bird
who could hear the sound.
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mad one will definately hear the sound.
thanks enjoyed reading the lines. thank you again putting on.mad.