XIII.
withdraw to the foyers
we shall stay friends
the wind blows hair and papers that
could be skin and human
dust the chaff hulls and seeds that
hands have released fall dismally
from a violent place I sharpened
my eyes fell on them
I can’t explain except that
I’m out of my mind
outside on the threshold
outside the threshold a peace
certainly they took a peace that
came from my assurance
a peace comes down to them
it still comes down to them while
I am dismal and uncertain
do shadows explain the clouds
do shadows explain the dark
shadows move behind the glass
do shadows explain the monstrous shapes
a monstrosity moves out in the bay
is it cooler here yes
you can see my fingers wiggling
from between the louvres
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