35 8/2
I want to hold
the world
together.
dawn
penetrates fog
blue
everything
infused
in its wet web
doors blown
straps, bonds, hair pins, belts, buckles, thread. ropes, duty, lunch, jobs, punctuation, sleep,
buttons slide
jagged desire.
Lucifer comes
rises Venus. (68)
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