Omniscient
I know all things, fact and folly
My tongue etches secrets into rock faces
And makes tall thin trees curl with disgust
or awe.
Salacious.
I tell your secrets too,
Whispered harshly into pink ears cupped by gloved hands
Or kissed onto the necks of sweaty daydreamers
Who sit barefoot by lakes on sticky days.
They don’t care, they have secrets of their own,
I tell those, too,
to time and the mountains.
I know all things, hither and thither
I tell how they bloom and then how they wither
With neither tears nor glee, swift as the breeze
For that is me.
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