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ELEGY FOR CY TWOMBLY

The water runs on—

A cold cursive stream—

An arcane meandering script—

An erasure of glare, once shadow-smudged, now

rain-stippled—

Rivulets and tributaries—

Cramped, contorted marginalia—

Baroque pageantries of scribbles—

Calligraphic gestures kept in a daybook as light dims, limns

into night—