Tag: magic
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All Of The Different Sounds In The Forest Are You
Dappled place murmurs heavy with information Lipids lapis lazuli lakes lean-to lentil and larch larking lepidopterists lepus Bottom’s up, and so below Gorget of burnished gold which elden dwarves made, men swear Unimaginable arts evinced in the art of the eldest elders, sufficient to invite lunacy Appearance of new acheiropoieta Long time now since miracles…
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One Hundred Winter Monk’s Last Winter
Almoner late grows sick, wretched poverty afflicts him Empty bowl wide black hole, where light was now’s dim Late blooming blossom in Spring pink as girldom dim white albumen Stained undercarriage marriage swan white satin swims its song Late Winter furied at its stymying flays January Tundric ermine warms her slender neck, drapes ragged ruin…
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Gargylic
Eerie my quiet place in sleepless city’s soundful evening Erie fatal descent but for the sounding senses Diving death assured depths rebounding Cupping returning the thrum hubbub hum rising resounding Desert sand psalms written for now-deserted sepulchres alien to the city We’ve put the Mandylion on a slow wash.
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Feast of my Fears
Sealed shirt with blemishless napkin waterfalling Invertebrate table manner number 1: no elbows Wincing, bracing-for-worst butlers hold leg-loud trays aloft Feast my fears served on silver platters First my worst: spiders aggrieved at granddads I spattered, shoe-sole tomb Fear I fought, feast despite it, on course the full course with dessert room
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Churchyard At Wintertime
Congregation filing out Church filling out, vestry feels tight Rank with accidie rank and file Snow outside Rankin Bass Brass outside blackened railings Bracken shades shy songbird’s wailing Worms within but frost encasing As between God and subject Graves, gospels, altars all defiled, secret Father’s name reviled Plucked from plots gyring skyward, saint-near and near-saints…
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