the way to know you is to close my eyes
to touch and feel you
my nerves sing like a choir of children
whose sharp voices pierce the sky
your name engraves itself on the bark of
my tree self
i grow leaves and branches
i, too, know how to touch your sky
i grow roots deep into the layers of
our memories
i keep the silence of the ages
travel alone this damp darkness.
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