Crow, disguised as Peacekeeper
peels back the tensed corners of "true time"
let the dripping mouths of hungry children sing:
a hundred
million
grains of sand
are nothing but a handful
crow flexes tongue and gurgles
5 onomatopoeic notes for time and space
crow rakes leaves but death never comes
words hang about
crow re-digests lunch
eyes meet eyes
crow is re-born as crow
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