pulse, on paper-smoke and shadowing; a word
kept embers leaping, or whittling laced attention

when the swarming cloud was passing out and in
to the conic torchlight, flint-yellow, on a smudged

and charcoal night; the humid heart grew lungs
at the carpal joint, let choirs through the rupture

soft cedar traces wrinkles into the maiden mask
of the moon; the flickering phase transfixes them

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