Today the dove's cry is a muffled caw
The crow's complaint what
The dove was forced to say
If you put the sounds of birds together
All over the world at once
Would it be an Aum
You would hear or the alarm
Going off on that last morning
I mean the rhetorical dove's
And the shiny articulate crow's cries
Who fly off in opposite directions
All their flights leading far away
Leaving us in the silence awake
With nothing but the possible to do
And only the impossible to do it with
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