on the outer edge
of a reckless dream

the hour assumed a sanity unsound

it would rush me toward the open end

as is nothing was

sure as she
summoned a destitute uncertainty

was the calm inside
the torrent’s siege

as this passive farewell followed me

far beyond
its crux divided

to fold mountains into emptiness

it was shown to see
through barren eyes

break this restlessness
and menacing of moons

cried indelibly
the stinging black epistle


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