under the ripples where I lived
her radiant eclipse
with hidden corners that I recorded
shelves and hand touched putty
smooth trees with rancid leaves
our walkways all laid out on riversides
where wires drag the air
and speak in shielded voices
wings reaching over haunted aisles
rooms where I touched a soul
fading into fertile darkness
rings of a receding globe
dispersed in raging ages
a sifted grave.
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