I saw the crow born from the sand I felt the mother groan from the burn And I touched the char of the infant wing And the coolclick claw The rock is plunged in foam A rainbow bent in emptiness The mother licks the tar from his eyes And the crow, he bites her tongue like a worm The mother sobs cause He speaks in froth and blood Like to rend your skull And she cannot understand For all the charcoal, buzz, and dust Light of the world You are not mine if you kill And even if you could Learn of a lost, invisible love And the way we move in the dark But make no sound You would still forget them all We move in the dark But make no sound You would still forget us all I saw the crow, born from the sand I felt the mother groan from the bur Are you hungry, boy? Do you feel the call of the low black tide? And you look up and you moan And you look up and you moan I do, I do And I am coming
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