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Dark Bird Fly Yesterday is an odd bird of twenty-one, far flown with ocean salt wet on his Dixie cup and fuck all in his teeth; Young enough to not sweat -- the sands, so oily-dark below. Last Sunday is an egg, thirteen years hatching; cracked on a wall to cry out his yolk, green and honeyed; then woke: guten tag, numbers heavy -- left to fall, so deadly-dark below. Midnight is a cuckoo, of twenty-four, yet again: forty-two; twirling calls in moonlit halls, walls white and closing; Old enough to not forget -- the hour, so fastly-dark below. Tomorrow is an albatross, ever to be counted: eighty-five? seventy- three? Yawning is the clock around her neck: "not yet, not yet", she clicks. "Time will fly" -- in tears, so earthly-dark below. MaggotsX @ 04.25.2022