my heart is sorrow sick
my heart is sorrow sick
i go to the porch and draw my
fingers on night’s taut skin
the lights of relation are dark
the lights of relation are dark
no one will present
me to the sun
no one will take me to the revel of the sparrows
commit the flight to memory
the bird is mortal
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