Distant Fowl Abridge Poem by Brendon Olsen
Distant Fowl Abridge
Through thickets trampled
A washing of the hands, purification
A quelling of the beak, satiation
Lofty is the patter
It has already bor footsteps
and itself to existence
Thought archaic, stirs a faith
She shines for reason unseen
I hear the peddle
Winds whistle in harmony
Our thoughts carry intention
without levy
The Earth believes us now
Symbiotic and whole
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