I wanted to be productive so I wrote a poem–
It was about Orpheus and all his birds
So every bird was in it, the linnets and thrushes,
Arctic terns, birds clear with light.
All the birds in the world
And all the birds that had ever been
Were in the poem, and you know,
It was not beautiful but terribly alive
Like a god who assumes a single shape
In sudden wind.
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