Frankincense

I know
the procreative process

through the growth
of sudden grass –

it did it,
like i did it,

without knowledge,
without will,

speechless before
a sleepless tree,

which harbors
wordless birds,

sunk in frankincense
falling from the graves,

which sink and sink
and do not wake.

1:24 am, 5 April 2010

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