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Monotones
XXVII
in these rooms
there is so much reaching across to you
i have opened my mouth &
swallowed the whole note of
my longing
faces
window
a frozen sea to walk upon
returning home
i remember
hands reached up
ridiculous gestures
a day when nothing fit
a muzzled horse
by a frozen sea
and the man who held it
gone
the quartered note breaks
pick up the stakes of
a lost game
squares to move in
into halls walls nouns & names the
spaces seem futile
too far to cross
(singing)
& are closed off
properly
or are not seen