Ickarus

In bayou, eye mean eye

And by you i mean “I”

(Not all microphones

Are male (cupped hands))

Who cann ever tell

Wyn/s/h/e must crane to

Heaven and ask a

Master to muster

A task to meet

(Make me)

Who? demands An night

Eagle. swivel him

Neck to see back[to]wards

[Time Eternal, Amen]

With 2 real darks as

Round at the corners

As all real things [break]

And an owl owtched groundward

Rolling him

Neck

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