watch yourself
leave yourself behind
in the eye of the crow
light your feathers
wrap yourself in sweet bark
and unravel the scrolls
of other times
let lose the canvas
of your whispering tent;
sun-drunk like seed
you must close
the shutters of the sky
the labyrinthine heart
keeps distance
as something lost
becomes a spark
followed through dust
in shades of dunes
the sift of sand
speaks braille
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