Saturday, February 16, 2008

lilac disonnet

midst of tilt her bright
fixes an azimuth of night
(will not now cry its last)
of arc—vectors of arousal
carouse here drunk as all
splashing in lunar shallows
:coil as spoons and hallows
—shadows rise as smoke together
on headlands breathing heather-

wind through clouds torn
deranged as lilac dawn
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