Poetry

How I will Become a Raven

It begins. A theatrical memorization, fraught with tightly coiled, inhabitable language. We move with abstraction, completely past. completely present. Context always fades. I feel full and enveloped in wonder. But language becomes impossible as metaphors, once full of life, stumble on the verge of sleep. Temperature overrides each breath. Lungs caught in the middle of…

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