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Shadows with no home, seeking refuge, wander among fugitive walls.

"tears of a prion"

1.
the intelligible world
shrunk to the size of a fist
my image darkly mirrored
i turn the subtitles off

the sea recloses
as silence over a word
they call it healing
when the dove does not return

2.
from interstellar space
despair came travelling
looking for broken lands
& thousand-yard gazes

despair, why is your start-up
always a big bonfire
you bring a smack of cold
from the outer reaches

despair, a poet knows you
among other monsters
but she builds her own fires
in interstellar space

The Waiting Room.

"NEW MOON (Anagrammed Lines)

The Moon is a shy, bent tulip
that into blue symphonies
tilts a numb honey. It hopes
to be sun, paints the homily —
but, then, this is only a poem…."
--@Anthony_Etherin

At nights birds hammered my unborn.