For Diane Lewis WALK UPRIGHT COUNT TO TENDRAW A LINE GO TO SLEEPSyllabus atop a stoolUnwilling memento mori. Yorick’s skull just now set down(Like your hand once weighed ideas)Warm erasers, smeared and darkWith residue of angel’s wings Wood and steel and acetoneBloodless, in the backgroundNothing breathing, nothing cold,Smoke escapes beyond the […]
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