birds are not real they are a conspiracy
the paper pages of the book had said
they will watch you as you live
your lives all lived within
the boundaries of the mortal thread
a line with no middle
and no end of the beginning
or the beginning of the end
until the inevitable stasis of the avian paradigm
shadows Kelvin
with the retraction of choice
cuffed
by atmospheric pressure
clipped by a deranged motorist
