The Nightfishing - by
Way down in the warm blue crevasse
of night its fishing commences
Way down in the warm blue crevasse
of night its fishing commences
A boy once more who learnt the lessons early – / that those who hurt you most, you love most dearly.
I still remember when I cared enough / to watch you sleep
Dust is curious. / Dust is thirsty.
Sydney Graham reach me a hand.
sea-troughs~sea-tombs~seawalls
To articulate clearly what is difficult to say / I shall transmit this by a beam from a lighthouse
ice-burned tongues / clump into celestine’s / eye-blue spar
Weather from elsewhere / becomes ours.
Maybe I buy the book in the brief belief / that thoughts can be reciprocal
A lifetime of work to own a house / then you end up diminished by it.
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