i would serve a Master / if she were / silent, from a shadow
i would serve a Master if she were silent, from a shadow and pointed here & there when sunlight fled the alleys and smoke – like birds of prey teared (at) my eyes.
and she would ask me what the water looks like in my nightly dreams and offer nothing but mystery and open & shut my doubts
with the truth that looks like lies. and i would bring her daisies. and she would serve me