i did not know so my hands kept moving understanding outpaced by passion i did not understand so nothing froze i was made stupid in the beauty of creation the clever ask what it means the righteous demand its purpose but i am already gone i do not stay to explain they cannot hold my […]
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i felt you first among frost and rain your breath soft and warm you did not cling only leaned listened tasted the birds did not notice but i did the almost touch the slow spin
This is the story of the lost tribe,
not vanished but taken.
Cut from its own remembering.