Secrets smuggled still unheard
in matchboxes
lashed tightly under lit lanterns.
watch them rise as flickering birds
reflected in the dead eyes of curious foxes.
Scream out your frequency
aim up at the sky.
Stopped dead by the verbal boundary
reflected back down to me.
Show me the night sky
where wished laidened
shooting stars come to die.
show me the dead souls
we're unable to console.
Whispers carried in the forest
treeline branches
snagging ambush cut open the loudest.
herded back down to those so biased
those who remain scatter our forgotten ashes.
Scream out your frequency
aim up at the sky.
Stopped dead by the verbal boundary
reflected back down to me.
Show me the night sky
where wished laidened
shooting stars come to die.
show me the dead souls
we're unable to console.
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