Some notion in my mind is dying.
Something I had stashed away long ago.
A lost howl falls in the silence.
A secret anguish I have retrieved.
An ecstatic wound has begun
to pound within me.
The night has broken the arteries of exhaustion.
I know now whose shadow I see
when I turn my muzzle towards the Earth,
during the brightest yet soft days on this winter.
I know not, however,
why must there be so many graves in my heart.
so that I can be..whole and in peace..
A soft whimper forms neath my lips..
By the deserted sorrow that inhabits me so.
Some notion in my mind is certainly dying..
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