Sunday 31 January 2016

]I was never here[

[speaking as the fortunate
     as if elision were
adequate.

The leaves fell
                         out
of my book,
one by one by all at on[c]e,

Once,
I tried [to recollect [
ambitions tending to dreams
of never needing
to dream again]

but still the pages
yellowed into

]] [][] ] ] [ ]] [an ecstacy[]]]  never[brittle][ [[[

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