When I have seen you,
In the corner of a bitter eye,
with infinite eyelids.
I thought
It would grow branches
in my site,
and their lie would hurt.
But I checked by running
my site,
with leaflets in it.
From than I walk through
Shadows and cold places.
So I will not let the branches grow,
Fearing that
I could not see you again.
Now I'm lost in searching,
and the thought of my Lostness,
is hiding
in other thoughts.