"...where light
Lay fitful in a tenebrific time"
--The Ring and the Book
When I will wear a garment all of blood
and find my clouds · drawn with a scrawl of blood
i want no high & low, exquisite things,
if twilight launch the delicate call of blood
not useless, next to useless; gray skies curdle
as here below cavorts a doll of blood
two abjads, same root-language; inbetween,
mountainous, ascends this wall of blood
Graywyvern sets his course at summer's end,
crossing his fingers 'gainst a fall of blood.
(2009)
Burn.
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