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1.
The birch said 'lie still'
And forget where we were born
Emptiness frees you

2.
Silk screen your hands and
Tell me if I get too close
Your palm, my palette

3.
Along my straight spine
Are you still tracing my name?
I feel it yet, scribe.

4.
I see you, complete
If my sight were gone, I would
Raise my eyes skyward

5.
You spark like copper
Winding through my eggshell walls
Bring light or nothing

6.
Traverse the white field
I will walk with only you
Where is my blindfold?