Companion

Where does all the giving go
just a nonce for primitive tidings
or do we make tosses for branches indisposed
and fragrant on star clusters
more sensitive than ruins

do we ever found more magnificent
howlings, or drift in windpipes and
silent offerings

I will give all my offerings to her
she brought me into life
I should have born more wisdom
at a younger age

but so I will not forget
all intrigue and star foundings
I will give my first companion
To He who made us both
clusters are venerate wrens
wrestling with the companions of words
and sighing delight for mother stars