On a vast plain,
Grayweeds stretch as far as the eye can see.
Quiet, and covered in dust,
A space with no wind.
Slowly, a cloud made of metal drifts from afar.
As a tree, I have too much to say.
As a crow, I have too little to say.
As a human, I wish to be any being other than a human.
Then I finally see a house.
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