A tangle of feather thoughts float by.
gun metal grey battle scarred skies now wind shredded speedily scatter.
Crow brings no wise messages, he is silent, although he spears
me, sharp beaked and gimlet eyed brazenly quizzical.
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all the ages struggle as they rock and roll crying for attention. never growing up, not really, just suppressing the better parts, .......age, emotion, mind, doing, hope, desire, dream......everything through the subtle management via time; the best manager of the time can control and enjoy everything for ages......