Whoever inscribes has inscribed
With what might be thought
To be sublimity the name of the place
Was between the worlds lane
Turns a beautiful silky grey
Ripple across horizons
Bird shapes bop & swoop
One twin meets another’s twin
Whose twin meets the first twin’s
Lovers they exchange
Cardboard boxes & lament
Each has the wrong gift
Won’t mess with this stuff
A parallel situation
Would be climbing a sheer
Rock face wearing spacesuit
& internal eyeglasses
A humdrum occurrence
Only estranged from itself
By drummers at the peak
In a communiqué
Demand silence be
Put on trial in rapid
Motionlessness grief
Wanders voids
Nostalgia for a future
Where we’re all gone
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