Where the weed grows
There go I
Flashing through
The emerald sky.

I feather-stop
On purple top
On lofty pine
And crinkled lot.

I stamp and shout
At black-head crow
So mean to know!
So mean to know!

Here am I.
Where are you?

Trapped, where 1 and 1 makes 2
My frequency unknown to you.

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