There was an odd afternoon once
I found this feather
And then another
And then a beak
And then the bird it belonged to
And silent lurking
I sought another
And then another
But I found neither
I recovered nothing
Nothing greater, nothing lesser, just
Nothing greater, nothing lesser, just
When, at once, the morning came
I arose numb, nothing'd changed
I coughed once, scratched and bathed
And absorbed another day
Sparks they flicker, fires rage
Winds do whisper, lips evade
Bleeding days as time escapes
Nothing greater, nothing lesser, just
Nothing greater, nothing lesser, just
Nothing greater, nothing lesser, just
Nothing greater, nothing lesser, just
There was an odd afternoon once
I found this feather
And then another
And then another
And then another
Then another
Then another
Then another
Then another
Then another
Then another
Then another