Against Oblivion

They called your name once, twice,
thrice to keep the cord
from snapping

To call the frightened bird
of your spirit back
to its bamboo cage

I found the cloth on which those
mystical letters had been embroidered—
I know now why I may not say them


In response to Via Negativa: Self-conscious.

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