Itook off my glasses

& pocketed them.

I took out my eyes

& tossed them up

for the crows to catch

& turn to

notes. I felt

the wind. The one crow

landing on the ranking

branch. Staring

at me. Felt

that. It was all

flowing now. I made

my way to where I was to join

the others. The others

were all already

there. There was

chanting, there were orders, the instructions were

loud. Impatience

made itself at home

in all these distances of shoulders, of

hands. Everyone sang. I cld hear its

shuddering. Impatience, I sd,

stop now while you

can. It’s a big flock. We’re entering

the network. There’s smoke. The air

all around me knows

not to hold anything

for long. Bc it is this unison of

breath, this unison of

mind the big wind is

after. The crows

watch. More & more gather

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