life comes from a nuclei, then, life becomes the nuclei.
everything tends to run in circles/circuits.
There's no god in death, death is a perfect circle.
a crippled crow
lost all its pride (the only thing left)
left the night to its own fate,
omen to laughter.
No glimpse of light
deflects a single color from
its eyes .
wingless, heartless
crow, walks in circles
digging its own death.
