#evanescence

a murder of crows
has just recently
nested in my chest
the tremors of a forgotten song
awake them briefly

stirred in their tragedy
incongruent chirps of melancholy
tasting like cinnamon buns
get stuck in my throat
ungraciously
with crumbles of my past
i choke

my consciousness
attacked by hiccups
births a new dawn
a new dusk
causality grins deeply

bouquets of dandelions
might have perhaps
flown in circles around me
but instead
within and without me
just layers and layers
of dust