We talk in cypher

your ideolog


well versed in



of retreat.


Sun stares

wintry pale


hovers on its

silver sea.


This is the

magic hour:


nature of



breath to body



Eyes flutter:

an empty room,


we talk in cipher

I have no master


switch, translation

for the ‘deal’


hands express

mile upon mile


of empty;


I am



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