crow morphology (nowhere comes close)
Groove 3: [audible]
Cursus tells about fire and smoke, excavated understanding operating in light and dark, day and night.:
we can now understand because we know where things are
dig holes, know what you’ve got (an excessive numb)
It’s going to take years.
Nowhere comes close. [Cursus clenches his fist, throws devastated glance at sky then lowers his head, clenching shut his eyes]
The clouds shift in front of the sun, dappling the landscape with shadow.