Jul. 31, 2012 at 9:41pm with 6 notes
Bird at the Window  Beyond is a brightness I am not equal to Yet what I see Turns into what I want, And to bring nothing but this body To pass through The one thing between Myself and what I crave, Almost done, the world a ruin Of leaves, winter at the throat, My song over and over until So familiar I can do What I am about to do While you who rise from the table And walk from room to room Will remember only the sound Of what cast herself through All that glass, instead of the song That was sung until finally You would ask to know more.


Bird at the Window 

Beyond is a brightness 
I am not equal to 

Yet what I see 
Turns into what I want, 

And to bring nothing but this body 
To pass through 

The one thing between 
Myself and what I crave, 

Almost done, the world a ruin 
Of leaves, winter at the throat, 

My song over and over until 
So familiar I can do 

What I am about to do 
While you who rise from the table 

And walk from room to room 
Will remember only the sound 

Of what cast herself through 
All that glass, instead of the song 

That was sung until finally 
You would ask to know more.

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