Crows flew in front of my car
yesterday...I will now think
of them as poets of noise,
drawing a border between
joy and despair. I break through,
to the joyful side. I break
through, to the place where
words dissolve. I break through,
to reach the place of measure, an
existence of faith in what I
have to give, my piece added to
the world...and that matters.
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