in my dreams no one exists and I can tell You all the things that scream of yelling My voice
so loud and so low around Your silent laughter Your serious look the steadfastness of a
Presence in which I am still and no longer who I am used to know
the simple shadow of the corners of Your mouth makes My hand tremble and My lips
shake
ever
so vaguely My God
as if not even the wind had sailed through such ravenous gorges and tempestuous seas
that is this body of mine
where from, one day, the flowers will forever grow to give You
what of me
will be left.
By then my voice will no longer linger through hallways and classrooms
By then the warm feeling of the tips of my cold gelid fingers thawing
in the fury of a serpent and goddess
sinking so quickly into the vastness of Your dark dark hair so very very dark
will have been lost forever and ever and ever...
The day will have forgotten how I feel Home, for Home,
My Heart and My Soul, rests in the darkness of Your hairs
mixed with the moss of the branches of the Trees
where alone I grow deeper into the Soil and the Mushrooms
and rusty leaves
where Your steps might adore Me
one night
unintentionally
as You adore this earth of Mine.
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