Gaunt Harvest


I’ll be what travels with me
from my ears to my shoes
I’ll carve back my hair and my nails

My lightness will be massive
Each night will horde me
Every morning will stare back

I’ll close in on the gaunt way
listening with my shoes
Each day will strain me towards finalities

My face will turn amongst air
like that distant bird above wretched trees
where fruit falls like dying stars

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