dead silencecan the sea knowit consoles me?
moon glimpses —death seems not so farout of reach
morning mistwords lost where the mind can’t be found
dead-born childall time and spaceis a morepork
a wind chimesoftens the stacatto
noonday demona purr pads acrossmy chest
sourceless windfire licks opena pine cone
in night visionsa beginning and an end alphabetised
all over the stain of words
my shadow sinksunder the weightof my presence
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