Over all your days
grief - your being
to yourself elsewhere
unmeaning world - your
damage in a thousand words
lost, lost of worth such
as our verb lover wore for
his sister - this veiled
glass array lost
in words that might soothe.
Farewell dark sluice must
ache: speech in the saltflood
flicker noise remembered
today in its innerlight
absent
(Tom Caddel b.10/2/76)
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