Four twins
Intersect at
The black autumn crossroads
Each shows the other a dead phone
Brooms wait
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Deep-ending on your worth and web
The life woven in your time tells
A man with one eye, leg, and arm
And one hand clutching the Daily
Eclipse not to kill you but pass
Over you as some dense typhoon
Like the angel of heavy death
Come to make good on covenant
cascade
familiar
(here come perennial
lemures) like homa wings that wrap
backward
Dark cherub
Plucking her goat skin
Harp strings in time signatures
Banned before Day One – plans to maintain
Mandorla
Plays for play
Scales spiteful notes: a culling lullsound
(Here walks one sleepy pilgrim)
Plays harp eternal
Fingers prick
swim
and
think
of
two
men’s
walk
on
sea:
one
dude,
one
god,
both
motherfucking wigging out a little bit
The Boatman
Siren
Modulating
Her words – her voice, by phone
Calls the sinking man back to life’s
Warm shore
your son
the minotaur
sitting in his puzzle
knows every special corner is
for him
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