even the hills
sea a gape a latch bit
broke a tooth dwindles
in grammar and noisy
ash .the islands clatter
in their steel sand bards
sin mente evaporation a
sleep and reading on the
wet stone lintels
nose
sea ash
a steep truth
Soaked
in Ivan Argüelles'
“The
Unnamed Poem”
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