Turmeric twilight knows

rustic riddles born through autumn  
neighing near  
 
oceanic knowing  
a nomadic man  
paints lines  
at the back  
of my skull  
 
intrinsic cloak  
around me  
robed in silence  
 
I meet him between  
songs of old  
listening  
to feathered  
light fallen  
 
as these hands wrote  
voyages in tones  
rattle snakes  
humming  
 songs  
 
as these beeches stand alone  
their gestating hands  
weave into life  
flickering orbs  
 
singing synched lines  
 
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