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II the sifter

Daybreak haunts

across from where the shining lies

casting

on watersand

canvases of block and paint

swearing away the memory of early dusk

resonant blue

element of the dark

I beat the steel frame

gate unlatched

I exist for the breath-pause

dug-down words of the dark

for the doors that crack

when the keys

splatter in porous wind

I cover myself in blue

night endless call

to my bones

I lay by the fire stone

hide the unburied dead

in my throat shrieks the beast

the shuttered dark

flees behind my back

I am the sifter of soundless

echoes

brushed with dirt

and crumbling

bits of names that stuff my mouth that wound

my tongue on the falling

scent of sky

edging towards the blue

I set the night against

my ribs

tilt of heavy

rain

on a vacant yard

(breath consumed)

and wait for the field to answer

settled among leaves

the invisible

hand cradles my mouth

Who placates the insistent sand

throatcurves

drawn by the seas

colored glass

Who shadows the undertow

I have fallen from my land

my host the throttled clouds

beading above my lips

my tongue spills

salt from the breath

of each day

my voice hollows

the promise and my recovery

silent white

crowds my mind

whitesilent

day

be servitude

the daily insistent the knitted brow

be the remedy ignorant in dark gray

be a song through empty bones

Queen of Mercy

wall that names the dead

coil reins at your feet

malcontent at the blade

broken lock or the key that takes shadow

blood drapes the driven light

from your knotted

wrist