I am the unfolderL

I am the unfolder
the untold
amongst the weary
and
the almost dead

I've read
that bold men
and
unscrupulous women
dare
the rest of it

so far
no one survived
to tell the rest of the story
migrants struggle
my mother
is my dying mother

rather is a concept
embraced
by the petrified
salt is a must
amongst the dead
winds
are also pierced

there is a certain
what ever
reading tarot and I Ching
waking up
in a different city
just to ascertain
winds do not matter

love me this here I
so I don't need to ball
or brand your family
breeding endlessly
for the sake of
the killer tree embroidering



Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-02-19 at 21:21

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