I am ten crows, twenty-three starlings,
one tree, a world of racket, every dusk that ever was.

I am a holy heart four angels defend,
other times I am nothing but flesh and fingertips.

There are four seasons, three necessities,
two sides to the moon.

The window has eight panes;
I am in them all.

I'm just a bit peckish
and ready for a skirmish,
said the early bird
who was feeling wormish!

If I could catch a rainbow,
I'd do so just for you
So you could share its beauty
On the days you're feeling blue.

If I could, I'd buy an island
You could call it your very own,
A place to find serenity,
Where you could be alone.

If I could take your troubles
I'd throw them in the sea,
But all these things I'm finding
Are impossible for me.

'Cause I can't buy an island
Nor catch a rainbow fair,
So I'll just do what I do best:
Be someone who's always there.

You're awfully emotional
Today.
With your inconsistent
Iterations
Of self.

While I forget
you're here-

Staring off into nothing
I see in the wall.

Empty.

Cushioning myself
From every
Intrusive emotion
With numbing.