all of those miserable birds   countless circles    wish like fish in    glass bowls      thinking of the places   that they'd like to go   from their alamo      yes, all of those miserable birds   struggling to be absurd   light a candle   hold that handle      wings that should be    fluttering    just go so long just   struggling to go      all of your miserable words   uttered but still go unheard   coming from beaks on the shore   that if they call   it matters not at all      all of those miserable birds   hovering above the world   clip their wings and watch them fall   and leave them there    until they learn to crawl