And if we must submit to servitude
let’s make it
Glorious we insolent crows know how
it’s done
We know how to tug thoughts to the
end of our
Feathery tethers hah! it tickles the
brain but not
The mind to discover in dubious
omens our true
Names to hear them in the torn
remains of noise
We are radiant when we’re together we
Illuminate this palace we have built of syntax
To the stranger who arrives here
uninvited we
Offer ravenous uninterruptible words
whose
Wisdom reaches not a single solid thing
whose
Wisdom reaches all ten thousand teeth of
time
Hot damn! we always say we
crows have such
Fine teeth O the better to devour
this desire
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