I fear of becoming an animal to pin within the
forest of your silence yet a manifest
If I said once your accidental burden
was my presence, which cage shall I occupy?
To accept that being is sure custody.,
To the inundated moon to a full that was only light
when everything shook within the height of absence,
To have you a rumple on the thousand-fleeting foliage
and have me wronged as the green is cut from the
throat of dew-soaked grass
a mistake. Now the fear of
you almost peering through the shaded hall like a fugitive
waiting for an open space interfuses
with my burden. The geometry of our
setting has become the shape of ruin:
a descent. A path that arrows
to a consistent departure. A trajectory
lost midway, murdering the forest.
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 3:35 AM UTC
I fear of becoming an animal to pin within the
forest of your silence yet a manifest
If I said once your accidental burden
was my presence, which cage shall I occupy?
To accept that being is sure custody.,
To the inundated moon to a full that was only light
when everything shook within the height of absence,
To have you a rumple on the thousand-fleeting foliage
and have me wronged as the green is cut from the
throat of dew-soaked grass
a mistake. Now the fear of
you almost peering through the shaded hall like a fugitive
waiting for an open space interfuses
with my burden. The geometry of our
setting has become the shape of ruin:
a descent. A path that arrows
to a consistent departure. A trajectory
lost midway, murdering the forest.
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