The Psycho-Analysis of Birds

The whole day I listened to Swans
and read Goethe's Faust. May be I wanted to
realize my devils and venoms today.
I overheard people making shapes of water
when a crow outside, was trying to break
a piece of steel with its plastic beak.
Strange! Birds don't make the house of cards,
like the way we do.

An open window of a deserted house
in my neighborhood, remains a mystery
an access and excess at the same time.
I saw birds flying into it, there may be
multiverses within. The trees are dancing
outside, like Beyoncé in slow motion.
Fuck Freud! You don't have
a single idea what is on Man's mind.