Waiting for an explosion
Two cold green eyes
See nothing but winter
And broken twigs.
On a chair or on a wheel
This land is whiter than my thoughts.
She will always know where I’ve been
It might rain but it won’t.
We depart with keys and circles
I said I’ll meet her there
Beneath the sinister yellow moon
Which shines unaware.
It will satiate my hunger for shelters
If you left me here alone.
Deep in the forest
The bird makes a home.
Maybe I heard my name
Down where the river dried.
Walk with me to the places we know
Or let me go into the white.
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