This weather has my mind traveling to untapped depths. A deep end yet still shallow. Feeling a different kind of dark, not just my skin but everything from within. Running from an in-flight speed chase.
I awoke before I knew from what. After so many years it makes sense now. After rain, crows would congregate in my backyard. So, too, do creatures of light fight like us. Earth's allure become to wink and to bow. Their wingtips ease out by lightning and spirals.
Hunters feed on sod and soil, leave again and leave behind feathers. Stars, building our ascension, resurrection. To dapple grass we long to graze. Only here, in ether, do we know the crows of Earth.
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