what do i have to say today that i haven't said before
so let me make a list of my future
my mind map countdown red button shivering
and come back to the autumn
to the cover crop and afternoon drizzling
and the greening abouting to replenish
i am ready and i am always
waiting for the curtains
and drifting center stage for the call of the hawk
and they tell me you're a messenger
that you sing like an angel
like you're insane
and do i take this
or do i sit with your eyes and melodize our meeting truth
like it is it will be like it has always
and the nights get longer and darker
as the rope taut tightens toward you
counting like an ascension into the mountains
for a flame
for this very now.
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