The Fall Of Guge

within view
of the sacred snow mountain
prideful spring flowers
denied burial in the sky
flung from the ramparts


guge

Stay

here come the voices
that bade me forget
my only offer
the most generous
regret




If I could avoid
before my leaving
the ability to cry
it's much less certain
forgiveness should I die

birds

on the longest night













flitting from nest to husk












even in her dreams













the language of birds













never left to rest















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