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Shadow behind[you] breeding roots
......here: firs are painted into eyes as failed light
........................;......a rough estimate
.......of how many stony branches can grow
...................................into the heart
*
Winter beats dull wind--that snow-feeding
....................girl..."
[your] nothing night..., ... litte life
...under hair...,... frightened
...............................................nevertheless.....,
mixing sound water--not cold nor dead rain
......................................no relief...,.... no dust for mixing
...........cruellest gardens
*
kept [us, me] Here:
................................[I] was neither dead shelter
..................nor evening rising in [you]
--pearls of the wisest
woman eyes--
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hyacinths
...................come back. [I] know
................only of mixing mountains
...............................under dead trees
....as children dry
....................spring rain
out of [me]......;
..........................a failed desire to meet [you]
..........as sustenance for parched tongue...,
.......a pack of late cards...,
.........................wind-whipped cricket rising
.....[in]
2 comments:
very seasonal sounding. Almost like a fractal winter season.
A very nice read.
a pack of late cards! (wow!)
Hey, flic! You're back.
How was the vacation?
Thanks for dropping by ;-).
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