Many a’ time have i walked down the line between unseen elaborate temptation
and each of those times I’ve signaled and signed of the crow who knows no reservation
with one beady eye he tears truth from the lies, his knowledge found through contemplation
an answer for all as he cries out his call, the tongue sees the crows liberation;
“for when and wherever we cease our endeavor remains cast in shadow not now; but forever. and when we are not where once we had thought and into the shadows we seem to be caught” to know this so little is to know all a lot so no reservation the crow has thus taught.