ME AND MY BIRD The water is round and what fell in its center. Me walking and my bird cruising up to my shoulder on wavelike wings. Our one half the world the sun hits is the same as being painted there. Me and my bird know how to stop our breath in unison and layers you could chip off anyone without hitting bottom. We see a tree like an erection signifying magnitude and effort on the other side I hope to get to my bird knows from flying over.