Bedroom Window

I listen to my favorite song through the window
The one that always puts me to sleep
It changes sound at every turn
A mournful howling from the night sky
A buzzing hum from the tall grass
The rustling of leaves from a tree that has branches tied inside my heart
And a lions roar that rails through my town of thoughts
I dream of how my cut out in the wall talks to me
and the wind is in words spun by god
A conversation I can’t unweave 
unless I’m sleeping on a bed made of myself

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