inches before dusk



in amongst

the glisten

faded dukes and

disconcerted pillars


entangle

one another’s

fingerprints


a robot bee

attends to the

foxglove bells


a warbler

enthralled by

glassy winged flyers


a stoke of roots

ink from the

graceful cripple


i tend your

shimmer that

sudden trembles


and tries to remark

tries to but the tide

of the mouth is well -


gleamed, a cathedral

even, swells with,

sighed with


an ache arcs

lightning thru’

the back


as if butterfly’s

have shuddered

thorough minded


cobalt

crimson

sudden-eyed-out-vermillion


in amongst

the glisten,

of spider cotton floors


and the moths

that assemble

there desiccated


the swoon of

bent worlds

below


so distant now

their grapple

vague


and

barely

able


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