Your skin talks to me
With words too true for my mouth to form
Words old trees whisper with a buzz
Of electricity tickling my fingertips
When I caress the bark like a tender love
The auditory hallucinations I ignored
Shook my head but my breath has frozen
Struck with awe drowned in doubt and denial
For the timing so melancholy and hazy
As the memory of life before birth
I was drawn like a wild bird
Hunting sown seed in the snow
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