I bit through the apple
I bit through the dough
I bit through my finger
I bit through your faces
I bit through your names
I bit through your demographic
your condemnations
your sounds in the moment
I bit through all of you
and all of me
again and again
finding the gold purity
of discovery
and escape
flooding my self
with my self
to endure the birthing
of life and death, of no longer anthropomorphizing
my own heartbeat
but saying
Oh
I bite
have bitten
will bite
louder than the bark
of 30 years
long enough sense for saplings to grow strong
but they have no memory of planting
no sense of past
fragility
they won't
want
old birds
I will nest
in the branches you have dropped
in my awn
awld
twigs
I'll nest
I'll cuckoo
replace myself
with myself
I'll be
at the end
the egg
the root
I never
could
cood
c
All the winds that blow
can't shake my hand
from my trunk
can't rattle
all the birds
from my branches
all the rains
can't cry
my last
leaf
I'll shimmer and sigh
a song of asteroids
barren then bejeweled
then barren again
I'll reach to each of you
in turn
and prime
and offer
into eternity
a promise
of a new leaf
I'll cry
for all the flowers
unbeed
let's
make honey
to the sunshine
to the final day
I'll bite you
and the milky way
I'll swallow
with every star
your name
because you said
yes
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