Undercover

Even the knowing doesn’t soothe

the calling up from under rocks

dark and sleeping haunts

rise to the surface

where they consume

the ghosts of limbs, storm torn

twists at the heart in places

unshared with anyone

for who would hear those words, your words

be still, little bird

be still

everything has its ending

beginning again

and again.

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