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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