Sep 23, 2017
over the fog of night soars a wand’ring crow’s eye the lights shine bright below a nest; a place to call home and rest prospective shading off-color inverted no shade; mayhaps a gift construct a fortress ‘round your heart adorn it with pearls and shield it well and I’ve convinced myself that it is all Word I’m so oblivious and facing oblivion daily a ritual filled with a blindness magnetic fields mark the paths in the sky don’t need to see to migrate plasticine molds fill the earth nothing is for waste all re-cycle but still a natural selection you only see what I show you
