i had no idea, no flickering eyelids or knot in the throat.
the clouds beat down as the world becomes smaller
and drift through my brain on a whim of the caller
branches weave up my bones and devout,
until the dust and the water are squeezed out
and fall gently on the roots on my feet
which thrash in the soil where they split.
i'll catch the wind between my teeth
and suck the air dry of clouds that've circled the earth in a strewn formation,
for they sigh through my veins in a mist from the mountains, where they grazed in a haze as they filtered the rays from the ember sun days.
the wind uncurled from the waves in the ocean,
where it tucked itself round and rolled with devotion
to the deep of the valley that splits this town
of copper buildings and rope swings,
caressed through the braiding and lifted the bread crumbs from childrens mittens.
who climbs through the year on a footstool of cheers,
from the merry mens noses and sweet ladys roses?
not me, my sour roots and twines
lay me flat under the sky so divine.
my eyes are shaded under the leaves, but my keen sense of wonder
is gripping my sleeves
and my thoughts are foggy from the stormy weaves,
but i want so badly to believe,
that i'm sheltered by a loving divinity.
it won't work, it's not worth a second try; i'm not one worth unbinding ,
the boundaries of my human eye with a swirl of nerves that pass, stripped dry,
cracking under the weight of worlds
and oribiting space in a square cut trace,
wonderous wonders, oh what joys! the burdon of fate that lifts my grace,
i scratch at stars and pick at the skin where all my cability is packed within,
inside this ink stain in my mind where my curses are refined.
so i'm rooted still with my head up high,
aching for a passing air of change
another leaf falls and wilts away, so why can't i blow astray?
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