“imitation,” the conqueror worm {poetry class files}

ponder slowly through the night

lost in forest that feels like years

whispering trees with lace bedight

wailing softly without tears

lift my eyes the stars to see

let the light swallow all my fears

as it spills down over leaves fitfully

echoing a love song once heard among the spheres


i whisper my complaint to God on high

mourning the hand that brought me low

yearning once more to only fly

and go where i would go

gather the threads in my hands of all these lost things

and scatter them again, to and fro

caught then up in trailing wings

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