Letter from the night

Broken beats cracking

The ear drums,

If they didn’t miss

The junction

Round about the heart.


Woken sleeps that

Wait the slide

While thunder hoods the

Pitch with

Noise that quakes the eyes.


Sorrow skims the

Bootless calm

Of knees that let shins

Tinge with

Grief that hands won’t clean.

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