pigeon

Counterfeit crop circles made in snow with claw prints with a cats paw print in the middle. Wolfgang this experiment renewed old hints you revealed and left queued, waiting for me to unravel wild imaginings you had about being a new kind of pigeon. i was left earths captive bird after you left, these circles a trick or a gift, day drifted past night i asked the old rag and bone for any sightings, he offered a pair of binoculars built by the court magician of a persian king. These binoculars had lenses that could find the deepest fire in the sun, i tried them out, shedding several skins, who helter-skeltered, dropping from wing to wing of a cluster of spiralling bats. I walked the Earth with an accountant for each foot, the sun and moon kept an inventory of my steps revealing in dreams as i slept the distances travelled. I would walk the expanse between these two satellites, no more.