Aging despite yourself


Find her in the heather downs

Bright noise of your school days

And lose her in the moors beyond

Once promises turn grey

On Earth


She laid her head upon my breast

And interrogated the concept

Of Infinity

Atoms nor stars had the right

As if they were born to show us our

Frailty and scant drops of eons’ seas

The least her mitochondria could do

Would be to marry her more deeply to

Mirrored lives unfolding, compact

If brief and imaginary

Because the stars and atoms’ stubbornness

Would never see them move, she said

We should dismiss them for stars made instead

On Earth, in Finity

In spite of


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He came from one of the last

unwrapped spires

and smelled like nude chirality

like the nature we have shed

And he walked walls instead

of floors, and ate the air

instead of words

the barbarian we used to be

He did not look at me, but wore

every colour of the sky and more

around his neck

This, I think, is the only explanation

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Winter Heath


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When better days have ridden

Their ribbons of mist under the dawn

Receding to the hollows

And hidden places they came from

We only lose ourselves in searching

For time’s wealth backward wound

But palliate in smaller comforts

That on snow-swept heaths are found

 

Preparedness


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The driftwood makes nests for daggers

Because this is unexpected

Coming from the sea

The long shadows become like friends

Well-anticipated, and as liable

To embrace, or to strike

As to slip away