Alive upon the
Broken Universe the
Catbird
Drums a tune. He
Elucidates the
Falling
Gradients, achieving a
Hierarchy of
Interior numerology. But
Just the jay
Kawing on the
Limb of a nearby
Maple
Nods,
Only he is
Persuaded in the
Quietness before the catbird
Reads aloud. All the other birds
Sing, strewn along the
Tailings of the
Universe. There with
Vibrating
Whistles they
eXonerate all the
Young eagles, panthers, ants, and
Zebras unable, among them, to speak.
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