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Campo di Van Gogh Volo di Corvi The same dead corn a road curving now and forever and the sky still flying through a disappearance of birds. The black V of their black V wings is threatening. They zoom comfortably around my kitchen. The toast burns the parlor door swings shut I eat dark blueberry cakes and orange pie and the window steadily off balance which the green wall plans to overthrow its no mystery has planned on it for years everyone knows it to throw down to the floor to smash throw up to the sky in a bloodless coup the darkening birds to the floor in a dozen sleepy girlish moments well the windows open dozing. Ha Did I say the sky had disappeared And in between the Vs of those Vless sleepless sudden night birds the blue-black Vs the window is burning dangerously toward the floor laughing I think away the situations gravity. My wife is miles away blonde wind on a lavender sofa asleep. I think thats enough for today. The other items falling these shrill dreams these black roofless cities will surely keep.