my eyes are my own
in a twisted wilderness
sworn to tantrums
of emotion
swarming up from the ground
I watched from a tower
as cool winds embraced
the guitar
of a twilight
like an unknown lyre
my voice is my own
and the swirling books
of an endless night
become patronage
I wander, stricken
swallowed up by trees
towering in tablets
learning me
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