Jun 2019
Death is a fluttering bird unnested from one mind
To bring its twigs and mud to the next, startled mind,
Where it dwells, Death and its brood, silence.
Death is the fractured self, once removed from the mothering mind
~In journeyed sadness~
To its own end, fully aware of the whole and of its own disrepair.
To bring its twigs and mud to the next, startled mind,
Where it dwells, Death and its brood, silence.
Death is the fractured self, once removed from the mothering mind
~In journeyed sadness~
To its own end, fully aware of the whole and of its own disrepair.
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