overlong in this
abstracted air
portrait of a man in freefall
Linger, linger
little finger
Spoon and knife
croon to wife
shatter, clatter
pitter-patter
The tides ran their fingers
through your tangled hair
lady of the deep
gravity in silver light
Stronger, stronger
rumormonger
Plate and chain and iron bands
hungry men have teeth and hands
Rubber hissing on the street
abrasive to my infant sleep
Harm, charm
car alarm
Goodnight, my dear,
I love to hear
Your voice at night
By firelight
Behold the pride
of the edifice
at the moment of collapse
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