Like feathers falling
from who knows where
Thoughts and other mental activities
drifted upon the corners
nooks and craniums
Touched down in silent celebration
jubilant in a mute kind of way
a gaggle of possibilities
tickled inferences
While the occasional spackle
plopped and gurgled
a means of providing
stick-to-it-iveness
to otherwise fickle
feathered ideas
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