One of these days I will finally throw
all my old love letters away;
find out what might rise up and grow
from the bottom of those boxes.

If my own points disappear,
then there is no point,
but everything disappears
through time anyway.

While walking all the way around
the block of my neighborhood,
I saw three black ravens
appearing to follow
in an ongoing threesome
of circles above my head,
then flying away.

Leading the way
to where?

Maybe an albino raven wearing a death mask.