you freeze the egg but still expect to see
the final bird unfold a bright blue wing
open its beak hop on a branch and sing
without restraint as it was meant to be
by complex nature set in plain degree
with hard compulsion still we have to fling
each accusation that's the strangest thing
of all the monsters that we have set free
back in the heart of all we keep alive
are means of sacrifice to gods unknown
who might observe our little jokes and crimes
and want to punish us or to deprive
our victories of hope and leave the bone
for us to gnaw and waste away the times
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