Sunday, April 13, 2014

Daimones

I asked the old ones how to say thank you.
They told me to open my mouth and speak.
As soon as they left me in peace, I forgot.
I am like that. Absent-minded, hazy.

Wherever you wandered, did I follow,
or did you pursue me along the way,
souls of my soul, dread incense, sea-eagles,
piercing, with your fierce talons, a pale tree?

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