I’m sure
who I was
in doubt
what I will
become
when the frost
persuades to bestill
tonight
I am
rebirth of a.m.
clock arms as one
look up and dun
a second to pray
and nothing to say
a sparkle of dawn
enrooted and boon
the light of old moon
albedo jam
I am
a hungry shrill
from chops of wolfs
poor air in gills
rich surge of souls
the gravity bight
and riverside mist
a bat stealth flight
from horseback feasts
a manifold proof
outgrown and ramate
a chess to move
for checks and mates
a thetic stress
pathetic note
a grass that fasts
along the road
a shell in the sea
a sea in the shell
ubiquity
and farewell
24 October 2012
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