Poem -
a ghost with a bone
my eclipse is like a dream on a soft plinth
in a lost garden as wild
as the eyes of prey… without a prayer.
teeming with ganglia and random Parthanons
knocking on a resolute desk
with the knuckles
of a ghost
with a
bone.
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