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A Small Human Thing

We once sat close
to the fire
and to each other.
The nights were simple then—
they asked for nothing
but our breathing.

Now we move through the house
like ghosts in borrowed names,
our faces lit by small devices
that hum i
Time and Time Again

The days of youth come back like weather—
a heat on the skin, a taste on the tongue,
the ghosts of summers that never knew they were dying.

You reach and they vanish,
mist on a mirror,
here and gone in the same breath.
Eve
The weather like a familiar lover,
rain that never falls on you.
Trees wrapped in the embraces of moss,
their limbs like old men remembering dance.
The air tastes of salt and iron.
You walk slow through the ache of it.

Somewhere a bell keeps time fo
Dungeon Psalm

The hour was black as the grave’s mouth.
The bottle burned in my hand like a false scripture.
No angels came, only the rats of memory
gnawing their catechism in the dark.

The room, a tomb with its lid torn off.
I lay inside whis
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Chronos

And I saw the ringed one turning in his black pasture,
hooves of ice grinding the dust of the dead stars,
and at his crown the storm in its sixfold throne,
the hexagon set in the heavens
like a seal upon the last covenant.

And the number wa
Eclipse

And it came to pass
when the day went blind
and the moon came down like a thief at a gallop
snatching the sun in her silver teeth.

The world was a church gone dark,
tin roofs trembling beneath the breath of the abyss,
and the dogs rose up i

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