Song, I am unused to you,
when you come
your voice is behind trees
calling another by my name.
So little of me moves out to you
that I cannot hold your weight
I bury you in sleep or pour more wine,
or lost in another’s music
I forget that you ever spoke.
If you come again, come with
Elias! Elias! Elias!
if only once the summons were a roar,
a pillar of light, I wouldn’t betray you.
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