What say you my reader there
under this electric air
that sings between us
and carries my immortal words
and rhymes
over and above the songs of
trilling birds and
through mysterious space
and time;
are you and I the one and same
in some unholy supernatural game
enjambed just as those singing birds
whose words each dawning
trill the skies?
My song this day is sung for you -
you who seem to be
as much a part of me
as all those
trilling birds
and humming bees.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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