How beautiful the crow
As it flew to infinity like laws
Of cool declaration,
Blending with flaws,
Bending the beaks of other birds
With food of black joys.
How bountiful the hold
Of a drowning man,
As he causes the sentences to
Be written in minds
Rather than pages of awe
Too brief.
How pausing is the reality
Of rare events,
Hesitations are far bitterer,
Casual labour surpasses
Rare joys, but inner hurt
Relaxes the soul.
How binding is the strength
Of atoms, enfeebling space
With the calls of grace,
This earth is full of laws of lovely
Physics, relax then
In this mighty pint of cosmic flow.
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