At Death Of Day I Fall Upon It
\\ I wrote this poem about my family after being away awhile //
At the eve of the blossoming
Sparrows beautify the glass sky
The sun has given me something
At death of day I fall upon it
The beautiful wrath of Brother
His mother is falling to pieces
For fifty years she has fallen
The Sister of Regret denies it
And everything I fail to fix
Day has left me displeased
I’ll plot a new life tomorrow -
Asleep, I am the sparrow cutting
Wind, wings, yellow dog teeth
I worship sky, sun, tilted windows
I write my name on your neck
Where it bend, I lay it on your skin
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