So what? I saw another raven.
I actually see them all the time
and I hear their voices talking
about what the rest of us don't know

I'm a fool on the ground below them
on my phone beneath the sky
but I know there's no one walking, really,
through these dreams that I have

In the daylight I do all this work that needs to get done
and I leave the mind of night

I can't remember having crossed a threshold
between the dust and the alive
so when a raven starts a conversation
I just stand there and blank out

but I'm wrong!
There is another world inside this one
It shines:
these birds trying for my attention
and my wordless reply