"LANDSCAPE with urnbeings.
Conversations
from smokemouth to smokemouth.
They eat:
the bedlamite's truffle, a piece
unburied poetry,
found tongue and tooth.
A tear rolls back into its eye.
The left, orphaned
half of the pilgrim-
mussel—they gave it to you,
then they bound you—
listening it illuminates the space:
the clinkergame against death
can begin."
--Joris's Celan
Glossy Footprints, Oxford Road.
"VENUS (Palindrome-Haiku)
Pure Venus, asleep,
slid off a daffodil’s peels,
a sun ever up."
--@anthonyetherin.bsky.social
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