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And how was it when she arrived
the fall of the sun on the horizon’s sky
tip-toe awake in the human breath, adrift
all the things that were never said
and now we find our temporary self
in a vacuum
in cast-iron shoes
a custom fit you triggered, fool
eyes call me through the dark, cold, wild trees
where to soften the edges
before I get too lost
tomorrow — fool
clouds float under the rising house
floorboards riddled with questions
and a lasting chast
expect this will last
new, unborn
spiral words gathering
in the harvest calm
a shape given form
fever-adorned
what was there
in the silk-green sea of friendship
twisting its way through your grief
not to be seen
is a relief
Did you lean in tight
where the mighty fist of dawn breaks
on the forgotten handshake of my moon
richness blooms
on a touched face
a last supper
in an empty living room, yellow
spark another journey
melted drops of history
falling like tides of breaking fear
down the running legs
of a poor boy
with no escape
light strains
against the black rock curse
gripped by fever
joint columns
in Greek sunshine shoals
can you hear
the tone of craft
weave, brittle bird
cast, laid
inside a hollow chest
believed to be final
yet the clock
bears witness to her curvature
earth rolls
in a black cradle of uncertainty
unfolding
a haunting creature
in the shadow of starvation