i'd like instead to turn to freeverse to help thaw some anxiety here.
clackclack the crow goes
clack
grey cold gnawing on the house,
fielded nearby,
chewed stalks under thick clouds
pushed to a brittle surface
like the sad skin of a spurned lover
black feathers see such a compromise of air
and speak on the spoken
clackclack the gate shows
clack
a wind of dark trees
moans a door moans a window
as they approach
like the hearth of your parents,
it issues around the words
which are warmer when you are not there
clackclack the door goes
clack
the sound of a trick
you play on yourself
when you finally pull open
strangely, i feel more anxious than ever
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