From Speaking in Tongues by L E Scott

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In this dream
the birds never stop flying
the trees have so many different meanings
in time
    Leaves
they fall with memory traces
if they question
they don't tell
we watch
    us time makers
    us time counters
us human leaves

God's Kiss

this candle burns with memory
yesterday was a match
time has locked the door
your coming death
is god's little secret