When blooms come

Mind drops from skin

Feed me nothing
    that you have not made
    yourself

Give us nothing
    let us starve
    the draughts
    we are poured

Let us look
    at the
    refelctions
    that follow

The river’s day
    let the rivers
    blow

And where will
    is found
    that splits
    our own

To tinder
    let us know
    that our minds have become
    one

For good reason, amputate
    shadows

Watch sleep, and suns, roar
    made of roads
    that are ours.

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