"But the outcast spirit haunting darkness
Began to suffer bitter sorrow
When day after day he heard the happiness
Of the hall resounding..."
--Morgan's Beowulf
1.
uncatalogued aches
only in the most technical sense
harbingers
fragments of a lost
ocean world
one
with my photographs of winter
2.
if you would revenge
dig two graves
pause right at that bitter verge
if you would revenge
where the meat eaters vege
where they harvest bone-groves
if you would revenge
dig two graves
3.
bluegray dawn
shapes come unblurred
can't shake this
dull sense of cares
not like i
could make listen
still mine's blame
& morbid funk
bluegray dawn
i grow swifter
to find out
my field's limits
my drive takes
terribly calm
ordained course,
derne rhapsody
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