L U L L A B Y

Lay, on your grave
sharing days, and creations
made by the winds of oblivion
in the thresholds

rest, restless dream
you’ve become the word silence
as, when you feel
liquid falls in the darkness

dwell,
those once laughter
little steps
towards mom

swear,
that you’ll come
to collect us
from this mourn.

Rain, down your face
drawing smiles where there’s none
you, newish seed from the root
you were last born;
of my kind, dive in peace
my poor child
lullaby,
lullaby.

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