Broken Bridles from Mother Evergreen by Mother Evergreen

Now be steady, changing light. Go and set where you are called. Some kind of love is twisting forms. Pale sunlight, pale the wall. A stillness settles into your bed and lowers the clouds; a touch of tenuous breathing and I pull my arms to my sides and drift over the ground. But do I quell your hushing mouth? What striding din dulled your teeth? Bury all the live ones where they sleep, strangle like you've never known defeat, you menacing white bringer of all ends--I should not be allowed to call you friend! Be bolder or grow colder, do you hear me? Are you sleeping?

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