{I}

There was a time I'd talk to the tree's
Through the days turned winter nights,
A place that i'd look to
Beneath the blue shaped greens,
Under distant skies,
Tha perhaps he'd have once seen

And long through December,
An ever shrinking cold
That counts the days he'd been gone,
Through the slow winter ache
Where I'd long to switch places,
To bury my head
And transpire as one

Where sometimes, instead of sleep,
in kneeling by his side,

I'd hold on tight
to his fluid ride
And I'd journey with him,

Through rapid eye streams...

...vague connections in dream,

And I'd talk him through my time...

The friends that'd found me
lost in frozen green,

Where nature trails crossed paths,
Where we'd meet under falling leaves

For when I came unguarded and alone,
It was not to grieve, but
for the things that'd help me
To grow up without,
That perhaps i'd hoped
He'd have once been:

Wisdom they don't teach in college,
Of heart strength, lost
To a love unravelled, untimely
and unforeseen...

And sometimes
If I'd done good,
they'd take me there...

Places you can only see and find
(In skin coloured eyes)
Past the crystal hollow wood...

...Through the leaves and veins,
A rib to the apex
And round and round rings

Places they told me to watch
and to listen,
Not to utter a sound,
Not until he had finished

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I saw him through the leaves
that day,
Our thoughts crossing the breeze,
Of something he had and what he had missed,

And the things we had planned
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{II}

That following afternoon
Walking home from school,
In summons through blistering wind...

They whispered I'd done wrong,
That I'd broken their rule,

And I already knew of my mother's words

Even before I saw him...
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{III}

And that evening,
The forest stood in solitude,
Where i'd implore
And beg them why

Where it was not the knowing,
Or the lack of goodbye
That placed my breath beside me
And lay me down,
Trapped
Alone and ready to die

Where inanimate:
the bird song blew gulf echoes
beneath a stream static rush,
Beneath the ants that keep on
Through the ceiling above
Where the wasps swarm...

For right before I sank
Through the weeds
Unto the frost bitten soils,
Instead of my falling...

They froze my body in motion
And they whispered
That come morning,
If I could catch him up there,
Before reaching the heavens...

And that to prepare,
I would lie awake that night,
To remember,
To picture us together

And so right before I slept,
Through a black canvas mind,
I coloured in my memories;
From pieces partial
To the seared sublime

And everything he had done with his life
Even the things before my time,

Soon became mine

And if only in reverie

We were together
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{IV}

That night,
I dreamt of a forest
Through a black and blue haze of light,

A bruise clustered bramble
That sparkled in silence,
Where an ice glazen purple
Through a silk petal blouse
Faded softly into white

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{V}

Come dawn I'd made tracks
And to my suprise
Along that very same route,
There grew a lone blackberry bush,
Rooted inside of dark sullen cracks
Spouting through the frost bitten gravel,

Laddered by day old tracks
That I'd walked only yesterday

A barbed prison growth
had protected its birth,
the purples, reds and the greens
that i'd never once seen

And in acting on impulse,
I swallowed each and every berry,
I picked apart the whole fruit bush
And ate them all
Stripped of thorn and leaf,

Where every colour shading
Ruptured a cool liquid red,
A sharp tang that swallowed
Any grief or worry...

And since that day
From that very same dawning
My brother did return...

And I talk to him now
No longer the trees,
And I see the things he ponders,
Each and every day...

And sometimes he listens,
And for a moment I forget,

The places to refrain in silence,

Where you hide
Or get carried away,

But its OK

You can hear them in the winds
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{VI}

A boy here went away last week,
And his father
Who could barely catch breath
Between the sobbing and the yelling,

They came for him
And ripped him to shreds
They knitted his flesh into dwelling

But its OK

This isn't death,
You can see them through the leaves
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I saw a girl disappear yesterday
Sat in the woods alone,
She'd talk to the beetles for hours
To the ground,

Each day
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{VII}

There was a time I'd talk to the tree's
And ask them for advice,

But I feel more together
With you at the helm

And I have to remember
And stick to my dream...

That his shell, in time
Will slowly secure him
No interuption

And it will break

For through each new vessel
Lies unlimted depth:

We can command through the skies,

...aquire underground...

But i have to remember...
Nothing that i dream
Will ever have true meaning

Without my brother around

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