The better to hear
you with, my dear.
Come right
in, prayer.
Let those who have ears to hear, hear.
(Ab. Sourd, bien sûr.)
Of course, of course.
Amo, amas:
He listens.
She glistens.
Dear god, don't
let me use.
Shadows wave. Wane.
Weather, and in that vein,
a work of translation:
shoot up, get high.
Plough the clouds.
Sky furrows, the brow
of night, an evil
thought, a star
especially bright:
anger, just that.
Scat, track, shit, horse
and what'd he just throw in our yard?
Of night, a needle.
Erose, the petal
of the rosary to ring
god's words around.
Erose, those words
in the mouth of night.
where no teeth
are.
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