wwind
my crusted lake th
inks ik' churns the
trees' smoky shore
T
sinks
ik' tic k mum bles
bro ke s ticks
r rolls the water's
edge T
blade
rises from the grave l
where yr glass was full
...brume livide...
-
Philothée O'Neddy
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