Where were these sticks
Crossed over shallow mud?
Like my heart, nude in the wind of your sighs,
It came highest, to point out among the grain.
I lost all,
With truest signs, to accompany me
In the soil, in the leaves.
I feel the weights,
Among the mirrors,
Hollow in how deep
Goes me, in the space beneath my feet,
As does the reflection, of me.
I see a beast,
I drink blood from the feast
Of entrails and veins,
Among other nude hearts.
Where did love go?
Did it ever truly snow
In a winter, without a north?
I thought I saw myself staring towards a star,
Towards the tip of a planet,
When I was merely staring at the falling rain,
The falling tears, of welling pain.
Let me go,
For I do not want to see your world, among mine.
Your peace, is a blessing
That can always hold
With all the clothing you modest yourself with,
With all the light you can care for yourself with.
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