with a seizure of bones
I can't find myself
between your hands
and time
fallen into years
I repeat the same actions
without a sound
how am I to know what's mine?
to a fortress
in a forest
where a fire burns inside
behind a wall
I'm dreaming
in the leaves that fell
I lie
in a circle of stones
I now stand
my history mapped
and intertwined
to the same shore
I crawl each day
from the same cliff
I fall away
the same destination
either way
to a fortress
in a forest
where a fire burns inside
behind a wall
I'm dreaming
in the leaves that fell
I lie
in that fortress
I'm still sleeping
wander wear I might
lying in the leaves
that's wear you'll find
the black bride
if all rivers flow down
if rain falls
how am I not to drown
and be carried out to sea
where will I be found?
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