It flies around

Within me,

All awhirl,

Like a buzzing

Bluebottle.

 

I chase it,

But,

It never is

Where I look.

 

I must open the window,

Let it come to me,

Gently waft the air,

Until it finds its way

Towards the clear blue sky.

 

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