dark wine and spilled
by snow - I rode
the sea sound you
lost, military fern -
never-never war song
on lying herd. Bitter. Open
your fireducts leaving
in liquid line
over gardens green as so
written so
crying into their so
wrathful prebuilt words
*
dank. Moss-trooper
of mass, bring-it-home
anthems of unending
light wider
in dawns and draughts -
drinker of portent sans
therapy-led dish-out of
tumult - you're stark
and starker. Thank
you, to your own hand
with a wide
inner love
unbearable earth glittering
hardon. Thinking
so dusk comes out
of your name your hand your
inner fire
unquenchable
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RC 1998
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