16 september 2018
Implacable
The moon titled her head
and went inarticulate
in black and white.
Seeding the earth with
stupor, undoing my-
poem in water.
An asteroid crashed in
my blue lake. Sit beside me,
I would say to a songbird.
The cardinal sin was
to abandon the throne
and climb down at night.
What was the designer's
love, I will ask, when I
was preparing myself for a self-denial.
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