UntuitionHard to follow

The Black Box

Birds fall out of the sky all the time
They might love and they might cry
Seasons change, it doesn’t matter
Birdies never say goodbye

When Kodamas mourn inside
Free of mental ties that bind
Going backwards not in numbers
Debriding holes inside your mind

Birdies fly and birdies talk
Prisoners chained to their yolk
Looking closer in your eyes
To find fragmented mirrors of
The I in you, the you in I