BirdSong
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1 min readJan 28, 2018
stare right past me
a body of air absentee
-my chords are harmonies plucked
— from negative space
droplets on the surface of your eyes
speaking zero:
-dark windows clapped with hungry flashes
not me
not my hands
-not this worktop
— knotty your elbows
No.
I see your lungs fluttering
in the chest of another
-percolating chirps
— from the nest of his hands
^beyond
^^ beyond me
^^^ -beyond the reach of my antiphony
^^^^— the treetops sing in harmony
^
^
