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