(the tail)

the leaves from the trees
cut me to ribbons, falling head-first into a thousand pieces
and i wake up beneath a thousand barren trees
a million buds reflecting in two thousand eyes

if everyone dies, the moon would call us back tomorrow
i want to know who you are, child
you who put ribbons in your hair and carry budding branches
and touch my face and forget

being born comes with a great blood-thirst
(heads: you approach, tails: you recede)
the cool clear liquid-moon blood of life
step out with me into the black night

do you think that you can say the name of god?
my entire life i have been composing my death poem
i am nothing and everything, cut me to ribbons
i'm not going to stop you if you try

(the head)

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