becoming fish
with scales of stars
through mesh of wind
so small so kin
to everything

*

language of God
the dance of souls
so
speak to me
my love, my Lord

*

looking inside for carven end
I've found that I'll not cherish any
where is the longing shore of heart
would it became a spring
or not
or be as much as many

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forgotten steps of women cry
a heartbeat skipped
beneath the shadows of the sky
the depth of seagulls' song
and I
with you so clotted with the seeds
of why