My mind is tumbling.

Over itself and the many thoughts that call themselves home.

I listen and wait, unfurling my wings and hiding.

Something stirs in the distant, my head or my heart. Either or both.

A tail has sprouted from behind me and my legs and arms become clawed and catlike.

Transformation becomes an evolution of the spirit.

In every moment of every tense, there is another beginning.

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