For @randomisms, who asked me to write for the word randomisms. This is the result. A failed attempt to be random in that I tied all the fragments I had together....
wind creeps word
by wordless word
through unkempt hours
of ocher songs
spilled by coffee birds
gone to ground
in the bleating black wings
of autumn’s undinal embrace
which denies us
until we cry out
for witnesses
to the confession
an avalanche
of epiphanies that
our sleep drawn hands
design with the silence
of a sky which
does not recall
when we were born
and will not sigh
when we are not here
to wake it.
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