Dark side of the moon
indentations:
we’ve laid our flesh
side by side
on this palette of life.

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The lillies are dropping leaf by leaf, pollen rubbing umber streaks on the white of my shirt, dust on my Chinese chest, I’m being whispered secrets from the dead leaves in my garden, from the blistering cold that sends me running back inside myself for warmth. Night brings random terrors which the day flushes away, garden is a dead sea of twigs and driftwood I move on head down as year turns it’s turmoil into year.