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Shadows of the Night.

"housebound train"

1.
gold spokes between shadow
faint Beaver Moon for the battlesome fold
through this resonant Carlsbad
my thoughts divide & grow sad

2.
morning gleam remembers
many as lit, witnessed
aboard the wheeled Bardo

one's backbone cries Nakba
not to solve with silver

3.
   here resume
grisly welter
   from kept ash

rumorous imps
   bent aggry

from pinwheel Usk
   sleek cycle
swarming search

4.
too present
the removed places
when i go out again

last speaker of a language

5.
things i dropped
on the way to saving

"That ain’t Mr. Tumnus or some shit, but a real Old God..."

"...To blow
A kiss, a bubble and a prayer hath like
Effect and satisfaction."

--Festus

Framed glitch.