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Bahloo

bahloo
I am watching you watch me
with light carried by voice gentle
            voice soft
voice to call all my world of sound of sight
 
bahloo
I have turned round the sun
and turned in to you
and left as much of my blood in the soil
as my blood is the soil
                                
in tree hollow
and above the stars
these crowded earths
have pressed against the other                       
            as they always do
are flown between
in hum in caw in gahr
in spirit shard                                     
            as you teach
in and against me where
I am never as small                 as I remember
 
where I might wake cold
might wake quiet
might carefully make
            the life I don’t get
            the home I don’t know
           
or I can choose something else
and be it or not
but always answer the voice
            with always,
            I will be yours
            and carry yours
 
            sing it back
            slip crescent and wane
            like      fingers in my hair
            like      blood gift to soil
            like you made a star in her
            that mapped me to myself
 
bahloo
I am only edges at your light
and I thank you for your dew
for your pale face
how you dance upon the river
how you follow me home

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