Chant

here i lay
in the grave i dug
stuck fast with the whimpering voices
at last at peace and at last brimming
with certainty

here i lay
if i so may

here i lay
alive but numb
to pain and sunder
woke in slumber
when not in wonder

here do i lay
as i so well may
as even if a stray
were to warm the face
still i'd be all
but lonely

so i here lay
and here i chant
under silent hums
by hushed lips
naively baiting
my beyond lady

Author's Note

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