Clasping the days around the ease on her mind

The body is resurrected (upon the ill weary and lawful faults of my iron clad wandering fingers) by a little unconfided literary verse, awaiting corruption.

But waiting to make occasions over the noisy keys as the sea died made looking for her ways akin to the links of chains that we commit to the deep graves of empty magazines (clasping the days around the ease on her mind).

 

 

 

(Written in 1993)

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