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The Flocks of Time

My blood follows the tides
and the sighs of stormy seas,
and thoughts are birds nestling in a tree
but flying high on a random breeze
and extracting morsels from the deep
wounds of the earth beneath their black wings
ravenous for ever juicier things
even when everything yearns for sleep.
Following the homeless homesickness
I'll feed the tree with both blood and with birds,
and it will feed your birds with its flayed
and painted carcass long after the worlds
of tomorrow have sunk into dust
and even the ocean's hair has finally grayed.

Never Again Alexandria

Why be sad when a leaf falls?
Chances are, others will grow again.
And from the gathered light, the mighty scaffolding
grows ever higher, broader, even when
most branches are burned in some jealous name.
Drive off the burners! Or your grief's in vain.
:)
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RJBG's avatar
Great work!