truth

They see,
conversation listening
The eyes
silent, voices ranting on.
Wait to come unto
They’ve told me,
To Sleep is To Die
deep ties to soil
I tie deep loss to…
to idles I seep to
I See, stop to lie
They’d met Love,
now echo Me, I’ll live
as True rhythms
my earth hurts
They tell me,
Awaken to Rebirth
to be a raw thinker
a heartbroken wit
heart be a tin work
I work a heart bent
They’ll meet,
at Hers thru my
they harms true
Death lent,
halted net,
and let the
butterfly
flutter by.