Green light against
Browning. Messages
beyond the spine
corners of Sordello
Luminescent shimmer
as a squirrel walks by—
high wire show
behind slats
disturbing
the vision Neck lock
fingers find
thirty-two, seventy-eight who
knows?
leaves twist, offer solace
against the burning distance
the falling of the near
future
A voice, fine grit against cedar,
takes tongue and lifts
the broken soul into
lights of language
questions of sole
purpose of direct
shun the light
darkness
rests.
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Wow. Now I gots the munchies...
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