you cannot follow,
you cannot see and
i have no words
you can hear from
under this tree
i call you blood etched
in this bleak season
though i shake of
ragdoll in fist with
every word she speaks
antlers twinned
and forked, i hold whole
worlds here under
the hood of my cloak
yet still,
you cannot follow,
you cannot see
i have no words
you can hear from
under this tree
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