- I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed.
- Inaction, no falsifying dream
- Between my hooked head and hooked feet:
- Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat.
- The convenience of the high trees!
- The air's buoyancy and the sun's ray
- Are of advantage to me;
- And the earth's face upward for my inspection.
- My feet are locked upon the rough bark.
- It took the whole of Creation
- To produce my foot, my each feather:
- Now I hold Creation in my foot
- Or fly up, and revolve it all slowly -
- I kill where I please because it is all mine.
- There is no sophistry in my body:
- My manners are tearing off heads -
- The allotment of death.
- For the one path of my flight is direct
- Through the bones of the living.
- No arguments assert my right:
- The sun is behind me.
- Nothing has changed since I began.
- My eye has permitted no change.
- I am going to keep things like this.
aug 14 2013 ∞
jan 5 2014 +
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