Sun, 12 Jul 2026 01:21:50 -0700WeeblySun, 21 Jun 2026 00:04:12 GMThttps://www.williamfburk.com/mystic-aviary/crawling-through-salt​Kelvin cost
Under the
Cross, absolute
Zero fit for two,

A man of lights,
And fired sights
Sinks below the
Blue—of raven calls
And a redbird’s songs

We sink beneath
The blue,

Oh one was all
We thought to
Crawl, like
Man formed from
Dust and tears,

A pillar of salt
The wife of Lot

Would that be
Me and you?

To sit inside
The view. She sits,
He runs, I stare
Into the blue,

And watch the world
Turn away, and
Darken from me
To you.]]>Fri, 15 May 2026 19:39:38 GMThttps://www.williamfburk.com/mystic-aviary/all-but-everythingA glass of
Sorts, beyond the
Door, where moonlight
Sings her end,

A piece of life
And justice or
Some lost and
Lonely thing.

We sit here,
Now, above the
Bow, and hear a
Raven sing,

But unto here,
And heaven’s glare, is
All but everything.]]>Fri, 15 May 2026 19:32:08 GMThttps://www.williamfburk.com/mystic-aviary/the-raven-prayerThe birds
will gaze
upon the
stars and
wonder why
they dance.

The sky
above, so
dark and
speckled—
they lust
to feel the
air.

Oh, Man
Above, what
do you see
when you
watch the
ravens fly?
Is it joyous?
Do you
weep? When you
let the birds
take wing—and
do you care
for the flocks
of birds as
much as you do
me?

Oh Man Above—
if you are
above—do you
see us scurry
about? Tell
me now, what
is aloof in your
mind? What
do you think
about the stars
as you call their
names when they
fall or die?

And are we
the stars
that died ago,
and does our
light reach you?
Do you see each
of us here,
striving to-
and-fro—and
what do you think
of our lights—
the ones that
died long
ago?

Oh, Man Above,
I must admit—

I watch the
birds as I
gaze upon the
stars, and I
wonder why
we dance.

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