They grew him and he left
They left him — he returned
He sings and his words fall from their mouths
When he sleeps their dreams disturb his peace
He sings and sings
Is he not a bird?
His dreamwords fall, my wings return
Proximity: the poet Jackson. Get uncomfortably close.
They grew him and he left
They left him — he returned
He sings and his words fall from their mouths
When he sleeps their dreams disturb his peace
He sings and sings
Is he not a bird?
His dreamwords fall, my wings return