building a spaceship to take me to a moon made out of makkoli a dead sparrow falls through the window i left open overnight in case it snowed . . . the sparrow's white beak & feathers are frozen (made of snow i hold in my hands as if it might melt & outside even the moon's falling down like snow or a bird in the darkest days (when the spaceships first landed here i used to trap birds sell them for spare parts & makkoli now i can't remember why birds fly or fall & i'm stuck down here in a metal workshop trying to make another spaceship to fly us & the frozen birds home
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Shades of “Subterranean Homesick Alien”. Thom Yorke would be proud.
Hey thanks Adam!