Night winds
Startles my roof
Such a ripeness
In season
Generations of birds
Tucked between branches
Feels like
I am – in
Nineteen eighty five
Everyone was home

Night winds
Startles my roof
Such a ripeness
In season
Generations of birds
Tucked between branches
Feels like
I am – in
Nineteen eighty five
Everyone was home

Today feels loud
Soundless energy
Birds stopped singing
As if they know
Something we don’t
You tell me
I won’t be alone
Note how rooted
This situation feels
It hurts like hell
Drowning in puddles
When you promised
You’d always keep me afloat

Unsure if it’s maturity
But when someone speaks to me
As if they know me
And make assumptions
About my character
My ears quit working
I go numb, blank
I have mastered it
They walk away
Because in that instant
Im just dead inside

i pass by
the oldest
mountain
denying
every stain
of rain
i should have resolved
the tactics of my faith

Splendor
And truth, alone
Rings more in me
My thighs become
Weak, invisible
And with this wonder
Spring soars in me
There’s no such thing
As neatness
When it comes
To our minds
I breath
You flicker
Incalculable
Of course . .
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