Woven Hair

Growing up, glowing dark

air.

Woven wool, woven silk

hair.

Sometimes fall into ill

feelings:

Sourest dream - frozen birds

killing

tired flesh, dried tears

of the lies.

Wake me up, take my cold

weather

In my hair is alone and

together...

But my flame in the deep

darkness.

All the hair is a grass

starkness.

All the grass on our heads

it's a warm,

Woven flesh of the time

of the calm.