Erin Moure THE CHORD Courageous lair "might prevail" Waking up to her your "yellow coal" Steals a its way harm's imbrogliatic murmur to concatenate has been "said" a mortal habitation or cut in air that air leaks through here too *** Tricked again out of hope's chord The oscillatory hum in the head, or amygdala continual reaction in the wet mouth to old oranges, or mistakes in form "I retain a clear memory of afternoon light." A vertebra unfolds its wing, its smallest wing, the pleasure particulate of such a wing (harp's corde) a our mycelium Next |
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