Unknown

Inside the bird

there is a humming,

rapid heart rate,

skeleton,

fetus.

Outside, the wind

blowing…

Between light beams,

dark moon.

A song, a cry, a whisper,

and the rain’s laughter.

The sky swimming—

Footsteps echo long distances…

Wherever you were in love.

Memories:

Wildflowers racing tall tales of green-yellow,

and berries burst on the tongue, a poem.

The Vibrant and fragrant forest—

Your lover, evening through

the morning’s chase,

giving-way to stillness.

Ghosts collect their haunted pasts,

and go…  

Another day born

with or without you.

The stars burn out,

all things captured set-free.

What was permanent admits defeat.

Nothing but a feeling…

You are the bird

humming,

its rapid heart rate,

skeleton,

fetus.

Sink into the abyss,

a universe with no wings—

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