Monday, 27 January 2014

"Lake, in late light, its still surface"


Lake, in late light, its still surface
indigo
kimono, settled shore-folds
etherised

today, yesterday
healing
every dream and then awake.

Somnambulist
cured where threads of blood
aimless endings, twitter feed
ranked opinion, devolved
scar shadow

opulent, corpuscles unravelled
fed red, flexed

along viral paths.
Boat oars knock.
Racked clouds race, repeated
across the lake face.
Halting, I draw the blade
across the rope, the anchor's weight
marking black water, soundless.

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