Go to,
And mime with a rictus
The creak and burring of life.
Parse, parse
This canyon in my tusk
Pledged to run deeper, swifter into dust—
September 20, 2013
Across a pool of primordial pitch,
Past shadows of trees that used to breathe,
Ferry me in a little ivory bark
Onto the margin of her siphoning strand.
Past shadows of trees that used to breathe,
Ferry me in a little ivory bark
Onto the margin of her siphoning strand.
September 17, 2013
Where I am always approaching,
Staring tunnels into walls—
A rapid, helpless folding back
Along creases in the paint.
Staring tunnels into walls—
A rapid, helpless folding back
Along creases in the paint.
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