Still staying
Away from
Light
Mares
Night fog
Spreads
In from the coast
From
the sea
waves
black as cola
Tar trickling along the sand
foaming
like rabid dog froth
jaws snap agile
spittle falls
drips into pits
eye blinks
muscle flexes
joins dots on a page
with lines that flake like chalk
on fabric
fragile and indeterminate
A clutter of letters
brush together
making sparks
shouting death rattles
slapping the head of a baby
tears roll
spheres of fluid
reflecting light
A ring of angels dancing
on the tip of my
finger.
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