my fairest hawk

u have proved yourself to be the best

flight pilot

through streams of air

blowing past all ventures,

kill all the eagles

and eat our their hearts

til your rage is quenched.

the world is impure

purified souls need to unfeather themselves of the past,

hawk past all calls

and find the ground of your ancestors,

shalom...

you are excellence

now the tarots will throw their axes

duck

and blind yourself to your fears

and feast upon unknown delights.