glistened out





be no more

the roots have begun

to withdraw




and hirsute trees

take the sharp breeze

dropping lifetimes




dewdrop followers

resist but night

has them swallowed




a swan pursues

the sky’s sparkle

until vagueness ensures going




webs cease their

jewels

cease the cocoon’s gristle




taken from,

this hollow

can fill up a sea




and the constellations

i had turn their ashes

into broken ideas




words are swollen with

open with

decadent rotten wrists




and the page remains

bare

no pen wants to haemorrhage




spilt rain even when

sun caught

there’s no lustre




edges have brought

me here

to sullen




and the view is

ripped

and dipped with seagulls



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