Birds without legs
A sea with an edge
No engine to resist
The pull of oblivion
It took all night
To crack the code coming from the moon
The warnings of our enemies
Birds without legs
Eighteen hundred cherubim
Lined up side to side
Each of their feather tips
Tickles another's mind
Crystals in solution
Infinity of glass bricks
Stacked up haphazard
But now they are aligned
Bubbles on our feet
Bubbles on our toes
Birds without legs
Birds without legs