ThrowingChairs

Bring me back.
I remember the sea of possibilities
and I remember the echoes of darkness--
the echoes of silence.
The ocean of books. The ever-present
crow

and the one disguised as a petrel.
No ordinary petrel would have done the
dastardly things this one did.
But a crow...crows are smarter than
petrels. Perhaps not so much as the
albatross, though I'm sure they're on similar
planes
of existence. Thought.

I'd like to think like that.