A garland of dead birdsinterleaved with black flowerstwitches in its final…
Yelling falls upon
Deaf ears, hard syllables shout,
But still no one hears
Searching for where my roots grab lowAttachment blows through the open screenIt still smells like…
melancholic hoursand then came out of nowhereharmless sun flower
With just the slightest
Towering fellows
Small flies dart and dive,
Spiders wait in the corner
Patience, food will come