I am dreaming
of my keeper’s brother
that our
hands will fit together
that nothing
needs to be said
he knows my
story
dreams are
such stuff as we are made on
today I am a
traveler
not remembering
the way I came
far from the
one who would lead me home
my keeper
dark clouds
have been gathering
I didn’t see
them
my brother
when I look
behind
three crows stare
back at me
the canny
one speaks my name
but nothing
echoes in this place
there are
statues where we used to live
some duty’s
been forgotten
someone’s
been missing too long
what am I?
if not my
brother’s keeper
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