swallowed whole
i turn to side of rest
a time spent in rain
in window seeped wet iron
rusted grey never turned silver
branches whipped in weather
beauty babies
dropped in wombless times
moving shapes in glass
unbroken yet so willed
ropes do not hold
covers do not keep
seasons do not wait
for each other's life
howls of an unknown bird
repeat on melted days
pleas through the tunnel
shout after shout
carried by lightning
moments in passing
become the end.
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