Monday, 27 January 2014

"Lake, in late light, its still surface"

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

today, yesterday
every dream and then awake.

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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