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Psaltery & Lyre

Eveningtime

I will reach into the clock, my hand through it like water

Prevailing Conditions

Visions were fine enough / but it was loneliness, in fact, / that they really wanted from me.

Infinite Particular

Sometimes I forget / that he counts sparrows and hairs.

Modeh

Sometimes a sickness comes over me, / As though life itself withdraws, / And leaves behind a fragile shell

muein

disposing of wine by pouring into fire. / / Lit purple, every face lifts

A Body Made of Bees

Oh to be golden, thick / and slow with heaven.

You Cherubim

how your cerulean skin slides / across the eye, refreshes like the lid / tripped by light, sweat, wind, sex, / / or a speck of mythology settled / in the corneal bed

Notes on Sin

“One law for the Lion and the Ox is Oppression: Blake is trying to tell you one moral size does not fit all, ya’ll.”

Swan

I scrub mouse blood from the floorboards / Imagining ice, / Imagining throats. / The dead stay dead.

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