telling me its theory
that the soul is a sphere
but then it corrects itself
it is constantly correcting itself
and says it is not actually a sphere
but we call it a sphere in order to convey
that it lacks any sort of lack or insufficiency
it takes a stick in its beak, it clears the ground with its wings
and starts sketching a system. it draws a circle and labels it
“language” and then on the perimeter it writes “reality”
and then draws another circle around those two and labels that “the
complign sphere of intercessionality” and then it says — look, beyond that circumference
Do you see? Do you see? SQUAWK SQUAWK SQUAWK Do you see?
The wings of the bird are blowing up the dirt where it (he? she?) drew its diagrams the sky
is too dark to see it is an orange red, the spirit of my father and mother are forming on the whirlwind
my heart is in my mouth, dust is in my mouth, I cannot see or hear, I think this will be the day I am born.