people are mirrors
only inasmuch as suns
set & birds nesting
your mouth
nor love
are violent phrases neither
violence’s phrases
in erasure anxious
in a wall
wind jabber at window
flicker silence
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We loved them for that they were an acrobat. The moon was glossy pebbles on the seashores. Breezes kissing at our kiss. Then we could see the edge of the world
One day we lost our heads. We found them on the branches of trees, singing like birds at sunrise. Now all our smiles were anxious, our photographs taken by the police
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