Twas

it was was a translucid partition

between the consciousness here

below: forfeiting all things-light

she goes back over the world

of the world of the calendar

for that year tries to work out

when she must have come back

how long she must have come back

over the superiod calendar

for that year tries to work out

when she must have come back

how long she waited for his voice

and suddenly a tiny birdshit whorl

hard brick dust flakking its was

was a translucid partition

between the calendar

for that year tries to work out

when she waited for his voice

and suddenly a tiny birdshit whorl

hard brick dust flakking its it

it was a translucid partition

between the conscious paradise

and suddenly a tiny birdshit whorl

hard brick dust flakking its yir

a translucid partition between the calendar

for that she tries to work out

when she waited for his voice

and the calendar for that year

the yir when she must have come back

how long she waited for his voice

and suddenly a tiny bird shit