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Connections: April 12.17

First star

spark remote

barely seen

coldly haute.

Evening sky

purple sea

floats its buoy

tauntingly.

Will you wish?

Do you dare?

Or do you scoff

at childish fare?

More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives

and the curator thereof.

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Vagaries in Gestation: On Being Linear, Part V, April 5.17

The pillow of an insomniac

cleaved by her back

tells of her vigil

sitting upright

in the black cold syrup

of slow minutes

the hour of the wolf

they call it

because it stalks the weak

because it devours

nothing changes in her grey room

but behind her eyes

the pageant of life

and death

rehearsing every misspoken line

rebreathing every choked breath

rewalking every unknowable path

sitting up

but wandering

trapped

amid the masks and powdered wigs

of

judges

and mimes.

Vagaries in Gestation