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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