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The Smoke

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You survive in them, they survive in you.
Separate strands of the same garment
gather to inter Gallen’s obedient Lady.
Enshrouded in watermelon roses and salt,

we now know how petals fall apart.
Our empty ears seek blips in the silence
and a consolatory voice’s frequency.
Revealed in a nebula of smoke,

three appeals are stuck in dry throats,
struggling to be acknowledged and answered.
But the book of bounty hides within our folds,
every last sentence…every last word.

Three Grains of Paradise

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Three grains of paradise
remain in an abandoned
vessel, longing to be
summoned home.  Golden
brown edges caress
colorless fragments as eyes
await the epilogue.

Three grains of paradise
up in the air;
Father, Mother, Brother

Violent squalls water cotton
carnations.  Her tongue shall
not taste Inari’s holy harvest
even though hunger has come
to call.

On an unrelenting winter’s day,
three grains of paradise
covered in clay…

The Vulture

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And to the north I saw a star
which did not seem so very far
from where those lonely columns rose;
I felt its heat upon my nose,
and heard a willful, warbling call
emerge from heaven’s endless wall.
Through some strange force I can’t explain
that flaming bird threw down a chain
and pulled me up to raven sky,
now here I sit, away up high,
ensconced in Lyra’s brightest light
on this obscure and biting night.

El Retrato

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hooded by ashen bristles,
thin, cracked lips
press together
in distant resignation

stained with sour
blood and spoiled
claret, they must
not wander  from the
window’s withering
light

for strokes of sunshine
intermittently invade
semi-hollow orbits
as they frantically
seek a footpath within
the dying day

silver agreements
become more precious
with every passing tick

::now I lay me down::

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at the cinema, it sounds like
a whip striking taut
leather

flying through the air
regally with pompous
grandiosity

exquisite and clean

the workmanship of a master

in this house, it sounds like
a ferocious closed fist
belting brittle bone

flying through the air
rashly with thoughtless
execution

horrifying and coarse

the workmanship of a savage