1506
5.45
14.ii.24
my personal struggle with the night
not a place
these shallows
where I’ve not been
before
will it come if I shut?
not a place at all
may I call it up?
will it take me?
a conjure
in a hurry
just where I am
consider the moon
I lie undiscovered
by own lights
boy’s own
is this the day dark
as foretold
eclipse of the
locusts?
weather is coming
for us
spins on untold
like the first clock
imagined
a god’s breath and
bother
consider the beauty
of not being at all
like the moon
where it goes
when it’s gone
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