An Odyssey

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Day like rain, a cast iron crow
Furling its wings in thin emptiness
My heavy body holds the wound
Deep inside black iron cloud

Raining down when the body fails
Wild thick it spring
No lesson in compassion
No cold hand season

Sun unreckon I dissolve
To summer hanging I bring
Dispersal of seeds legion
Mentor in the epic

With fake face and wisdom
Storm invest a second reason
Somehow calm of the ungrey crowd
Somehow still their war hungry violins

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Image: “Crows Rock” by Hartwig HKD, licensed under CC 2.0

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