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Night Classes.

      "in mask-Axum"

pale spider/ asperities
passing the museum
known turn of the maze

Fillmore phantoms enter
      a cold draft
fabricating crab cakes
drizzle-won vigils
of the maze a known turn

leywalker's lookout
allotrope & rope trick
      pale spider
   pile of white ash

three-hundred-year-old light
maybe Betelgeuse
the birth of a new count

horseshoe-shaped kismet
shared at mome gloaming
gone now with the gurney
      rolled me there

gangplank named Plimsoll
   counting the days
empty glass of gospel
derivative note-glut

      pallid legs
 &nbsdp; upon umber
noise barrage waged on
ev'rything long-borne
      spider pale

to watch waves smacking
the worn old pier, sworn to
   follow a line
in the feral maze

Hormuz where we spiral
sputtering witness
      spinning yarns
   into yawning void
can't go there anymore

Yeats & his cobweb script
winning despite spindrift
      spider creep
   across umber
fathoms & war game pixels

vigilance, as if viral
verities, with timeshare
      defunctive
   puncture relics

kangaroo court gingham
   for paper
kylix swarming with milestones

   knowing only
vestiges of justice
jars of preserved organs
names of constellations

      star-fulsome
   desert frolic
count defeats by sixes

portrait of a sweven
a long swelter-courtship
      auroras
somehow stuck there

golden the chase gaslit
with ingot cloud powders
      drew logics
   out of their lair

some open mike marplots
murky with last lurking
      the chapbooks
   cast upon stone

forever return chevron
gliding shape of escapement
      under clocks
   bristling with clues
occult wander kindred

      survival
into carved granite larvae
   bearing dad jokes
what of the pale spider

eclipse of spire hirelings
what of the wharf witness
& whelp learning turnkey
      in silt trek

Icarus Descending.

To set a term for sleep... Sleep should be a wild thing.

War is Hell.