Borrowing

I have borrowed the three feathers from her wing
Where she borrowed Nipponese Lacquer to

I have borrowed the last words I shall ever speak
and stealthily laid them in my coffin linings

I am unsatisfied in disenfranchisment, uninterested in knowless and the
ebon fingers of her filmed feathers are not just quite

I have borrowed the final fix, and the red lines, and the

I wish I have

am borrowed in finale

I wish

In the circle sands there will be two brothers
They will lie at my feet and stir the sand soup
and ask me for my perfect feathers of ebon and obsidian
to smooth striking fossils into the sand

In the circle stands I will sand and slip
borrowed bread from their
borrowed fingers
and will not give

am borrowed wish for the simmering
infin

In the circle stand's sands there will be sand and slip
and they will lie at my feet and stir the sand soup with fossils
of my feathered fingers
and in ebon and obsidian mark dontnations of far Nippon and
I will have forgotten her by then