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Let’s go inside Bryn Celli Ddu!

on a long ledge fadging
fierce bivouac unshriven

light in the tunnel

fogbound hover figments
harsh in the sane marshlands

light in the tunnel

follow taillights' tally
tightly devised visor

light in the tunnel

Piñata.

"...I hate the politics/ which have crept/ into my poetry." -Eric Lerner, Seditious Delicious #2

Teacup.