One for the birds

A little bird told me
I command
your presence
All I have to do is think of you
& et voilà!

Yearn
burns
desire
dreams
of you

thinking of you
as the years pass by
am I doomed to be just a simply admirer?

Or will I touch your flesh someday?
Can I ever overcome myself
Obey the dictums
the fiats
the universe
sets in my path?

’tis no lovebird
that flutters in the depths of thy belly
sayeth
the 1uncanny buterflēoge

yet am repeatedly told
this is one for the birds

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1 The uncanny (German: Das Unheimliche, “the opposite of what is familiar”) is a Freudian concept of an instance where something can be familiar, yet foreign at the same time, resulting in a feeling of it being uncomfortably strange or uncomfortably familiar. Because the uncanny is familiar, yet strange, it often creates cognitive dissonance within the experiencing subject due to the paradoxical nature of being attracted to, yet repulsed by an object at the same time. This cognitive dissonance often leads to an outright rejection of the object, as one would rather reject than rationalize

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