You said it was an omen when a cardinal crossed my path or when a groundhog paused to look when I spoke hello a word of greeting that every living thing knows and answers to and responds with a pause and a breathing mark like some scholar reading Greek with a diacritic signalling him to roughen his tone for his master ten thousand thousand generations since anybody even spoke like that or conspired to resurrect the greasy whispers of Jim Morrison or one's fellow inmates from the cave once having surfaced to the light.