in
flocks of birds
couple stick
together
revolutions
do start here
not in herds
where
mercy spreads and destroys just like some
non
-native plant
holding a tree
in its arms
it happens here in the unseen
invisible
like
the undead
the unsent
will always rise
though
some
knots are
better off left untied
you are my love
all I want
is your joy
fluctuations do appear
which we must foil
oh
