Tue. Aug 3rd, 2021

I believe in the marriage of night and day as I let the hours pass thinking of you.

There’s a quick message my mind transmits to the tree-limbs at night.

I tremble because I care for you.

I tremble like the words tremble inside a jar.

And I look into your eyes—vacant, static— I see myself staring back waiting for your acceptance veiled in hymns; something the nightbirds ought to confess.

My time-feathered will, you know, is long and patient.

-Lawdenmarc Decamora

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