Poem Twenty Three: Possession

Possession

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This sinking boat

possessed by air.

Master of weather.

Keeper of branches.

Snowy thread

as it unwinds.

As far as the sound

of a falling branch.

White-eyed angels. The music 

of branches winding into

other branches. Heaven.  

White world.  This boat of glass.

Who knows the sound 

of a branch falling

when no one

is listening?

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