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The Cawing of the Crow – Countercurrents
In time its caws roused me from my ritual morning immersions: sipping coffee, lacing words together, drawing them like fingers Across the surfaces of life, Yet remaining untouched. How long it cried out for my attention Before I walked to the window to confront it, I do not know, but I knew it was me it had called. [Read More...]