One thousand birds emerge-
unheard words purged
from fractured sidewalk to curb, stirred;
unkindness of ravens or crows murdered-
undeserved verbs, do footsteps further?
In daydreams, dawn's delusions offered-
though pavement portions promises, pressured.
In sandstone sections, divisions patterned-
loud nerves unassured, still soil's upturn preferred.
Gaps passed, no glance back, feathers furiously flap-
beaks biting, talons lashing tracks.
Dazed in morning maze or midnight's hapless lapse;
confusion, clouded, clothes to combat dusk's cold contrast...
numb, nothing felt from stitches, suture, cut, or ****.