Oh,
Dearest,
Only.
No longer.
The
Truth.
As always.
Fled.
Out
And spread.
Wings beat.
Now.
You
Will not.
Believe.
In me.
Oh,
Dearest,
Only.
No longer.
The
Truth.
As always.
Fled.
Out
And spread.
Wings beat.
Now.
You
Will not.
Believe.
In me.
Strangers
Are clouding
What was left.
Clinging scraps
Of mind.
No longer
One.
But shared.
Open time.
For those
Who can find
The way
In.
To the grasses
Long, I go.
Waiting.
Watchful.
For in the west
Wind,
The breath of
Foe.
Heavy.
The bough,
Unbalanced and
Weary.
Steady and
Still.
Below.
I
Am waiting.
Snap.
Years go.
Snap.
Yet.
It is I,
That
Will
Snap.
Folded.
Almost
In half.
Careless creases
Settle to stay.
As liquid darkness
Drips faster in
A small quiet room.
Pooling black forms
A sleep that,
Weighs heavy on
A crumpled figure.
Alone.
Folded.
Almost
In
Waiting.