The calling twirls
Spiral of being
Parabola of motion
Thus the raven echoes
I am your hollow
Approaching this hark
Is besides the point
I find comfort
In the birds within
Centered I am
To the raven's cry
I am what thought
The essence free
Materialize all matter
Find peace within
The raven cries
Evermore, nevermore; you all must die
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