Friday, September 16, 2016

far home and brother none -
my gone is one and final come
I come and wander, deaf and run
send my long drawn song alone
into the throat or
under the tongue, never
to be sung

I must quiet, far from home
I came for love but
love is gone
like the home I'm from, like the one I was
that love was us


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