First Born

here it comes
the biggest wave
the brightest star hung
high in heaven

Tahlula

nightjar
by trapdoorsman

“let the grand old reel unroll--
should i fear what i cannot control?
we are paper on the breeze”
isn’t that what every fool believes

the moon is high
hung up in the pitch black murmuring sky
but the dawn is nigh
pale blue fingers pulling her by

larkspur, bluebell, violet, phlox
offered up inside a silver box
prayers for water fill the wind,
rise like weeds, and get struck down again

the moon is high
hung up in the pitch black murmuring sky
but the dawn is nigh
pale blue fingers pulling her by

like a mirror on the wall, you show me everything
that i don't want to see
i'd look you in the eye if i could bear it
could you turn away for me?
i can't do what you are asking me to do
all i see is afterimages of you

the moon is high
hung up in the pitch black murmuring sky
but the dawn is nigh
pale blue fingers pulling her by
when the creek runs low,
little brown nightjar, where will you go?
the world you know--
you're gonna carry it with you

Nightjar

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Nightjar

Trapdoorsman

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