“Thaw, thaw!” cawed the large-billed crow
conveying the crowd below,

just a dash away, dashes on the asphalt road, dashes of LED hyphening tangible worlds into blue-lit polishments disposing of compounded perspectives for geo-positioned nudged directives. “Thaw!”

swooping in and out of mobile phones, digitally-gated facial-recognition offices, into, out and through app-applied cars and steel carriages.

The bird’s a poet on a brown life-promising branch creaking along the glass building skyline backdropping a winter tree which’s wood tentacled curvatures and textures are not the only guides to Gothic here

“Thaw, thaw!” melts away in the masks we filter throughout dawn into the surface husk of calculated constructs as stanzas and meters of feet in line with the order of the day

melting embrace mechanized rays of transparent explainability: the crow wings the air going about its say: “thaw!”

“Thaw thaw!”




—animasuri’24



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