unmade velvet sheets, fold up, up, up emerald wedges
tesselate,
embroidered with scant hedgerows

tragedy gathers about
the thirdRock
from some unattributable fault-line,
like great steel barrels of oil

you

b r e a k m e d o w nn
o
w gently

my a p o l o g y r e s ts
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be moved – or be broken down
taken by the melody as it pUshes in at the edges,
like an owl in the dusk
silently signing the