burnt-out house
a thousand miles thorntelling
some merely for showing up
shrouds appear where eyes aren't
dowse for bees in the quagmire
seasons in the burnt outhouse
Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun.
"...hustle of rug vendors
comply with no one
the shadows
nor the dire air"
--Mông-Lan, Song of the Cicadas (2001)
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