skull weary
body wasters
incantatory swell
sound of the bright night
my eyes closed
but not to seeing
our skeletons are exposed
on precarious parapets
is what happens
what was wished
if thought fathers prayer
knees bend and crack
dull hope, thin regret
spinning in space
where stars are stairs
climb the sky
(18-19 October 2012)
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