Beautiful Dark nr. 13

Long shadow

at the back to the head
I have seen you come
are brute to
the peep of dawn
wing has power
spring he began self
water flows to the waste
remnants cold
and yesterday
are salt night
flock hairs
suffocate and swallow
she wanted are
blossom splay
orchis low are
room out of breath
how loop on hand
umbilical cord
elsewhere
I am onto you

Surreal Automatic poetry - barter lyric over translator
Accidentally elective lyrics, cut, without restraint written line