I come home, she lifted up her wings
Full of feathers that were pens
I guess that this must be the place
Turning black and blue with ink
I can’t tell one from the other
One plus NO ONE
I find you, or you find me?
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I wrote this after seeing a graffiti with the text “This Must Be The Place”. Got the mind link to the feathers again, but I’ll come back to the Derrida text about feathers and pens more than I do here.