Who Knows
where the branches go
return to the voices
that bitter inner verse
dressed in birds
I know now those roots
I know now where lovers die
Who knows where the branches go
to song to heart to some cruel universe
where no life turns, no beast pretends
a cage of mothers – a cry of death
Branches sway – Branches night
swing off into a color of sticks or sound
she awaits my bird my tiny wing
from our ancestry of none our null dream
to lie awake to die apart
oh soundless fury pray for me
I've done none, I've none
but the wind to carry me under
carry me away
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