Courageous lair “might prevail”
Waking up to her your “yellow coal”
Steals a its way
harm’s imbrogliatic murmur
to concatenate
has been “said”
a mortal habitation or cut in air
that air leaks through
here too
***
Tricked again out of
hope’s chord
The oscillatory hum in the head, or
amygdala
continual reaction in the wet mouth to
old oranges, or
mistakes in form
“I retain a clear memory of afternoon light.”
A vertebra unfolds its wing, its smallest
wing, the pleasure particulate of such a wing
(harp’s corde)
a our mycelium
(Erin Moure)
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