with the second
I burst to yellow
an epiphany and the beak
breaks my chest
I feel the world rupture with song
from a lone wooden one
who knows everything opens
from nothing to then stop
with an apology of silence
and once closed inward
tucked with darkness
behind the door of its chamber
does then resume counting
the sound of its pulse
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the last two lines are chilling...makes me think of a prisoner marking days on the cell wall...
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