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something that someone said to me once
nightlight
an upright sort of illumination
the form of underscore
i love in this the ache you leave
something to hold within me
cuddled a curled up against memories
feet upon empty streets
and the comfort of well-worn grief
salted earth and bleaching the bones
in your eyes, augury
braziers too bright for sleep
fever-dreams and burning streets
lanolin screams
and a fundamental rhythm
to everything
and yet when i look at you
i hear the call of wolves |
