I knew what strength was
but did not move
I spoke in parable
when respondent to answer unanswerable questions
I was already missing the silence of the streets
in the bright light that sounded
the death knell for the birds dreaming
of ancient dinosaurs
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That was some blinding light, then. This poem is really full of images.
Written in the early hours of morning with a lot of unconscious coming to the surface.