Trees / like the grieving
Learn new languages
To mark the passage of time
To mouth a new meaning for longing
Learn a new language & bury your hands
Deep in the marrowbone of memory
To milk a new meaning for yearning
Harbor hope like a firefly trapped in a jar
Deep in the marrowbone of silence
Salvage the hunger encased in your bones
Harbor hope like a firefly trapped in a jar
Like a roadside field aglow with quiet crosses
Salvage the hunger encased in your bones
It regenerates into your ghost
Like a roadside field aglow with quiet crosses
Silence doesn’t have a half-life
It regenerates into your ghost
To mark the passage of time
Silence doesn’t have a half-life
It gives birth / to a forest of grief.
