12:00's
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This clear December day
sky’s untraceable lapis
of camels and sand
and then what? A lost trail
the frustrated trees
half a frayed rope
dangling from the quay.
Half afraid.
I was a wolf sneezing in the woods
a valetudinarian
keeping from the witch’s shadow:
the sulfurous paper-mill
the fearless foolish towers
that know anything of doom.
*
A mirror
dilating from the thought of you
a steely ripple
as I hear the Roeliff
the river I’ve never reached
so near
coupled to the expanding
banks of its sound
in the dark on my back
these letters widening
write without paper, without light
what the letters want to do.
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