Was the moon
falling
& not falling
& the stars
clamouring
with
tears
& you dragging
a
carapace
through gravel
& unquiet
hammer of
an alarm ringing
a squaring
window
calculates it all
mnemonic
panes
where curtains
unstir
a meteorology
cracked open
to soothe a
returning scar
good stuff!
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ReplyDeletelove the shape of this poem, Danny!
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