it feels like
hearing mother
sobbing
fearing that father
must be gone
into the forest my
mind like a black bird
is probing
hoping to find something
truthful
no matter how sad
what counts
is the arrival at what
must be said
sternly
into the sea, back to its
arms
i have to be a whale again
sending songs
to earth's unknown
edge...
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