What the Bird Saw and Gave Him His Wings

It's a ticket, a suitcase, and what's always and never less, is the day of the distance, the tiredness of the foot, the night when the nightbird is united by tears and madness, and what the lover leaves to the bird of the night is true, and when the curtains, which are a few things, have come across the edge of existence and cities, are readings, reflections, and many things that the traveler's bag has always carried.