Under The Wings

Intimations

I begin to to be quite someone else -
so irreversibly versing the case:
there's no identity of mind and brain
without we're conscious beings in the first place -

but having twitted that like a sparrow,
I have to say that something's passing by;
the realization rakes a dark harrow
down to mirrored waters, where rushes sigh;

and I must learn to write upon that form
that dints and dimples in the wind's domain,
that rings expansion of a fish's yawn
and lifts its bright crowns to the falling rain.

Since, though it may not have a memory,
it shall receive those tears that flow from me.

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