always alone now
until we can become the cloud again
stare at the screen and bleed
the heart pumps itself and life spills out
dead trees in the grey fog
quiet and beautiful and empty
a few birds left to skirt across the sky
no more insects
right on the brink we all teeter
we lie to the children
pretend we are free to speak
like a gun to the head
my livelihood for conformity
to the cult of flags
and skulls
and dead trucks leaking oil
oceans breathing fire from time
across the clock of fabric and stone
known leaves dampen the breath
and only my silent love will suffice now
the love that lives in dreams
with memories of friends and clouds and trust
I will play again in the woods someday
put thorns in the bark
loose myself in joy
hunt with sticks and hope the one
walks past with her dogs
walk the creek and discover the stone lion
start again with a new life
and the promise of love eternal
in another age from here
a skip and a jump in time
a new body that is whole
after the days have been conquered
after the burden is lifted
after the wings cross the fields of many shooting stars
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