The lyrebird bird sings blue


25 Mar

The lyrebird bird sings blue. Manic and soothing, a connoisseur of manipulation. Toxic, fluid misdirection. Intentions of a chameleon, an apologist for it's labyrinth of conceit. "Join my song, join my song it chants",  and takes flight on wings of reason that have no merit unless you regard deceit as something to aspire to.

"Join my song, join my song it chants". The pull of approval, a drug so hypnotic. Toxic, fluid misdirection. Intentions of a chameleon. It doesn't mean what it meant... What I thought... the meaning I mean. The lure to join, to chant. My reasons have no merit unless I regard conceit as something to aspire to.

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