On the Witchery Edge of Life
brings goes bursts
perish, twigs / now, here,
a cluster of ten blind bones
sift thru them, ok, rather
than leaf thru that sunlight
dark a arc sticks
brings goes bursts
on the witchery edge of life
poems eclipse more useful frippery
(dark a arc sticks / brings goes bursts
and its surrounding poem When Sun
Had Unrest It Was Found Under Boats,
very ferny all fissures, I flush shade with
each of her steps toward the sticks)
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