I don’t have the ability to reason with the black places my heart visits.  Nor dance on the lonely tree tops of knowing where I’ve been.  Human beings crushing against their own need to find homes inside each other. Planting seeds so the plants notice them.  Catching wind drifts so the birds will teach them. I stand atop the Lonely trees. I see you from before you began and I will be here when you finish the dance with your false gods.  Every woman.  Every sunlit leaf… every heart.

I am here…. Suffering the truth…
Calling home the way I have gone without you.



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