Take this pain of mine
of heart and mind
a thought I abdicate
as I wander the wild alone—

To look up to familiar stars,
to remain still in a nest 
next to robin eggs
with a soft look,
to whisper into the hearts of willow trees
of familiar tunes we know,
or descend like an eager autumn leaf
before you.

I ask the echoes of a dampened cave
if it fears what lies in its darkness
and if it would follow a voice
halfway into its dwelling.

But not a single foot is set forward
and the puddles at the mouth
remain still
as I wonder
what lies beyond the veil.

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