as i pass near the ikea
they are not crows
they are neurons burning
serotonin and ash
they streak and then solidify
a gas a liquid a crystal stream
they inhabit the bare trees
obsidian leaves glinting
they lift shards into the sky
a dark swallowing
of invisible wings
of wings no longer
attached to the earth
they are not crows
they are neurons burning
serotonin and ash
they streak and then solidify
a gas a liquid a crystal stream
they inhabit the bare trees
obsidian leaves glinting
they lift shards into the sky
a dark swallowing
of invisible wings
of wings no longer
attached to the earth
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