Thursday, September 10, 2015

dusk [2010]

behind a singular farewell
the left day solemn selfish     it
  slow sinks into your below
            a never known shallow

taken is a pulse     a song
the breath betrayed
as if the faith of it
were simply biblical     

and bruises ornament the length
a flowered twist of vine     cut
            of the horizon

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