Batting
Circumventing
Squeaks and batwing flutters
The triskaidekaphobia
Of ones
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my body moves these dreams
up from the quantum
to the atomic
so that dream sticks to dream
and rolls like soft, white snow thought
into the cold water i munch
with you at daybreak
on the mountain
leave / fall
autumn
icaruses
littering the groundscape
yucca crowns adorned with feathers
drying
Quill quelled,
Polychromat
Compositionary
Thinks the nonverbal prayer for
Insight
dark loom
stuck spinning out,
mind’s a little lady
of shalott locked up towerways
for days
haunted
like a wet vault
rusting underground, like
three caws from individual
ravens
Tendons
Taut with teaching
We were fraught with sermons
To ignore while the witches soared
All fall
Esteemed Captain of The Anhedonia
What of the sailor doomed
On doldrum seas? Is she
The lesser captain who
Wills the Wind Within gust
When the wind wills ill hush?
Her quiet fight at night,
One of calculation,
Many bearing-takings,
Bad nightly monologues,
And her dazed will to row
Home: no tempest-taming.
“Yet, yet,” slaps the water
Under-oar, and the cold
Stars above grin like cons
Cheating death again and
Forever, hallelu
dark hangs
like chandeliers
unlit, still as a stare,
cased in the pitch of this moment
dark grows
geodes
never-glitter in the pitch black
helplessness of the dark
(((try as light might)))
dark rule
Four twins
Intersect at
The black autumn crossroads
Each shows the other a dead phone
Brooms wait
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