It's a hot, snowy day. The crows are here. Struggle and misery, tap, tap, tap. The sound says, you've tried, why? Underground reasons, aquifers of oil and water, mixed and separated at the corner of contradiction and confusion. Look out, the gray writes on branches. You're lower and shouldn't see stars. That's all outside and the crow is here with me and we are waiting to see what a window does.