the first person i knew died 20 years ago
they happen to have a bunch of things the rest of the people i knew
didn't
their family let all of us into the house they owned
to take what they wanted from it
i remember walking into the house looking at all the things
there where alot of people there browsing
i looked at the surviving family
they took a glance at the newly arriving vultures
my first thought was
well why would you invite us all here in the first place?
being a small child i grazed within the bird faucet pouring into the wind flapping low and high
some birds like to see the edge the ones who stick out
most whom dejour
others flock bodied wing pouring into the wind
wings wouldn't be wings without well the meaning of wings
i migrated into a room with book shelves lining it
i knew this was the place
the smell of it
the closed order of it
it being not it but many
i unfortunately didn't know yet
what was what when it comes to books and rooms lined with them
just the first of it
being young and part of the bird faucet pouring
unfortunately into a selfish pig sty
bound so that pigs can snort fertile ground hard
so to mirror the the thing
only it not them now
just the blinded ones
while they freely watch in wine tasting
pretension while not knowing anything about wine and
tasting it
as i passed all the spines knowing nothing
i passed them all
suddenly
breaking me from the flock bodied wing of the winos drinking but not tasting
a sound and other bodied form broke me
from my sobriety hooch uni-dimensions of wing flock
like a collard pet trained from birth with collar now without collar
following good boy
the voice staining my memory
"A first addition
Emily Dickons"
i knew i had lost again
back to the flock bodied wing shaping the wind as it is
there in the house invited judged and labeled while invited
"whats there?" radiohead
"mission makes you look pretty ugly"
"from a great hight"
"rain down"
And honesty i don't remember anything else after that
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