Lost & found

I walk on bones &

the path whispers,




Stuck between inside & out

there is no time of day


I walk behind your before

listen to the tinkling of the bells.


The Angel of the Moon

watches you sleep:


perfection is a word

minted for you.


Stranger’s jostle

no attention to detail:


your detail is diminished

there is no up or down


I’ve turned from love

into the deep unknown


echo of this.


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