I dreamed I was
starting to resemble
a large pointed smoky
quartz crystal
a crow in his youth
frequently freaked
out being yelled at
just because I didn’t
think to ask the right
question didn’t think
to think to ask
the question wandering
for thirsty years
abruptly waking up
in a world where
thinking had ceased or
was rarely seen again.
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