Sunday, January 18, 2015

of all things

what is otherwise or elsewhere
in the pipes before dawn yes you you
start thinking though it be
a creaky engine that shakes the house

from its other. O think and sink as
the marsh birds in the reeds and rills

for there is nothing better more benighted
more loving than this water underground
and of a sudden a night bird

aloft, who cries

of all things, in the crevices, yes


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