I am
a little white bird
with the flames of Prometheus inside me
I glow a little
even in the noonday sun
I was born on the day a quarter dropped
in the slick machine
with a secret
but I've been around
a little bit longer
than that
I am child of pheonix and simurgh
The basilisk is my brother
though we are not on good terms
I am the Roman oracle
Lions fear me
the devil flees at my crow
Hindus say I will chase evil spirits away
when they set you alight
That's me standing beside the red wheelbarrow
that so much depends on
and there, adorning Sir Robins shield
a symbol of that which he treasures most
I am what was owed to Asclepius
but I bear no diseases
and I will signify none
I will stand in for the bride
at a Confucian wedding
that red silk scarf at my brow a badge of hope
I will fight the lions
and the demons
and the spirits
those that oppose me know
I am not afraid
I am the breath of the living
I am the exuberant crow
breaking apart the night
I am the fire inside
the meekest of us
even in the noonday sun
I glow a little
with the flames of Prometheus inside me
a little white bird
I am
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