feeding on carrion
sometimes I sit in the dark
and sleep in the light
tricking myself into believing
traveling through time is as
easy as spotting a magpie
on a fencepost or road sign
eyes of the crow and of the jay
enter my waking dreams
projecting past lessons
and future flashbacks
tricking me into believing
the fork in the road is near
reading in the twilight
from a book I know by heart
I pause and listen
to those clamoring birds
convincing me my story
has already been told
april two thousand sixteen
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