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Drafts, Poetry, Uncategorized

DST for Madison: 3/13/11

We continued speaking, in our voices of candlelight
caught drop of seeping song at the corner of light.
We watched them, cornered shadows at the corner of the shadows:
slip-tonged, silver-tongued; bodies at once from light being not light.

To ward them away? was this the presence of our mouths
opening and closing?

Was this battle? a war waged from dusk to dawn
since the beginning of time?

Now we have accounting tricks, incandescent lighting,
spotlights and torches.

Hidden is speech against impending. In speech we are impending

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