Many Long Fingers Bent in Pain - Yellow Eyes

My moving form

Makes ugly knots in the wind

Many long fingers bent in pain

The meadow, slick and sewn with frost

Ruined as my footsteps crush webs

Into the marble

I curse myself and the warm steam curls

The moon’s gaze is broken as i pass

And my shadow starves the moss of light

A sharp branch scrapes my cheek

Pierced and stunned i frailly ask

Was debt repaid?

Slowly i am spurned

The branch had snapped

In the clearing light is low

And lower near the sulking brush

I lay down my things

I would bleed into the earth

If it would not break the silence

I would enter the ground if it would not make it warm