the wind in sigh'd

lay down, she blows hard, this Sharki-Haboob
making current up the spinal tree
from Afghan deserts to the inside of me
in sigh'd to all of our enemies
who loved
lived and died by their winds
where they were blown out to a farther sea1

let go, know, believe I am farther
where all the dead sing as Angels in fire
sleep so, watching over you2

some come from beside your bed
when a wind seeks them out for tears
to shed, for the ocean needs them
don't believe me, my tears
lose yourself in yours
the west wind has come again

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