sparrow possum sheepmoth brother
all unraveled all undone
at first you will tell yourself stories remember
you could ford a river hold a log level
hit a long high note you closed your eyes to silence
after awhile blessedly you are the only creature
everything is without history
there was never anyone but you in this cold lightless place
there was never any throat but yours never any voice
but the one you’re humming with now and that high accompanying call
that must thank God be Gabriel
swallowing the final stars.
" — “The Blind Room: A Consecration”, Molly McCully Brown (via blxckberrying)