Mercurial flock—
bamboo flutes nosing out
every goosing
outline of a wound
through Decembrist twilights;
only trailing
shadows realize the direction
wild threads
wove across the pitch
before night unraveled.
Mercurial flock—
bamboo flutes nosing out
every goosing
outline of a wound
through Decembrist twilights;
only trailing
shadows realize the direction
wild threads
wove across the pitch
before night unraveled.
There’s something comforting about the whole process, new begininngs