From Nick Flynn’s poem “Swarm” NER 23.1 (2002).

Cosmos. Lungwort. Utter each

& break

into a thousand versions of yourself.

You can’t tell your stories fast enough.
The answer is not one, but also

not two.

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From Nick Flynn’s “Swarm” (23.1, 2002):

When you see us swarm, rustle of

wingbeat, collapsed air, your mind
tries to make us one, a common

intelligence, a single spirit un-
tethered.

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