Windbent Wonder

Black branches stretch your limbs

Before the sore and swell of time

Ages you against the wind,

Against the bend that shapes these crimes.


Blackest limbs, embrace the sky

Before growing in the crevice

Of fiercest pressures to bow or die

And forget the flowing heavens


Somewhere above your crooked frame

Take one last look at flaming stars,

Before the wind has made you tame,

And you’ve forgotten who you are.


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