Friday, February 14, 2020

Stature of days without a habitat
stored in transit
through ancient stars
and the memories of stars
funneling out.

Crossed by the eel's shadow
who surveys the uppermost clouds.

Time in its little circuit
kept and ending in each
as they pass into the great night
making it dissipate
with light's mouth.

A dangling chain of lips
caressing the trash can.

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