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Cumulus

Cumulus
The sky forgets its name
and folds into itself,
a silence made of wool.

No drama of rain,
no brilliance of light—
only moments between intentions.

The trees hold still
as if waiting for a verdict.

Somewhere, a bird sings
a note that doesn’t echo.

You walk through it,
parting the gray
like a dreamer waking slowly—
not for anything urgent,
but because morning is here.

Even shadows seem thoughtful,
less certain where to fall.

The world
wears a soft indecision,
and you—
you match it.

Is there a certain kind of clarity
in the blur?
A truth
best whispered
without name?

Cloudy days do not answer.
They let you ask.

Surfin’ Stinkbird

FactSlaps: The Hoatzin


The Hoatzin lineage is about 64 million years old, dating back to shortly after the dinosaurs went extinct.
Fossils related to the Hoatzin have been found in Africa and Europe, suggesting its ancestors once roamed far beyond South America.
The Hoatzin is the only surviving member of an ancient bird order called Opisthocomiformes. It’s like a living fossil.
Baby Hoatzins are born with clawed wings, a trait birds lost over 100 million years ago — but the Hoatzin hung onto it.
Scientists sometimes call the Hoatzin the “punk rock chicken” for its spiky crest and rebellious evolutionary path.
The Hoatzin’s digestive system is more similar to a cow’s than to any other bird’s — it ferments leaves instead of digesting them normally. Hence its nickname, “The Stinkbird.”


Wanderer

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I stand on brittle grass,
the earth planting my root,
and night poured over me —

a thousand ancient wounds, stitched with light.

I thought:
what small fire kindles in my ribs,
what whisper I am,
what dust-song in an endless field of turning.

The sky opens its arms without judgment,
brimming with the slight weight of forever.

And I —
I am a blink,
a tiny exhale
in the chest of something
far too large to name.
Bust it to pieces, Billy