Up the roads on
note this wall-eyed, natural panorama stands
two root feet with a physical surgery
the sounds of beaks tapping up stabbing chirps.
can finally shout and learn how to bellow
this very real, discovered place, formerly
Tomorrow, I go ten steps further in,
and ten, and the following day,
following, following day,
until my kin have created
created’s kin, and
offspring have stitched me
the floor of us beneath.