I used a tool to reach a tool I used
to make a tool I used to make
a metaphysics. The crows, those rocket scientists,
those medieval scholars, were exhaustively doing
and knowing the heavy spatial world, writing
their summa, scolding us, singing while dreaming,
knowing foe from friend. I used the body to make
beliefs I used to renounce others I spoke to in words
I thieved from trash and made further rips
in the system and I went on flying with a slice.