Corvid at a crossroads
I thought I had started something
turns out I’m just consciously resuming
released after an abbreviated pause
Don’t think I didn’t notice you banded me
(on my left foot) like a common criminal
paroling me back into society
hopeful my eventual return yields
a multitude of data sets
This much I say & this much you know
I am not some lame carrier pigeon
at the mercy of manipulation
the multitude of neurons in my brain
tells me I’ll never see you again
Meanwhile the family bickers and balks
complacent or jealous or abhorrent
the far majority close to casting lots
november two thousand twenty
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