Afield
Sea faring
And no longer
The fear
At last
Of the hour
A muddy river
Limbs
Strokes of hair
In a dream
Cutting through the air
Not unhappy
From contempt
The rebelion
Of the moment
After death
Singular
The words
Petty, the burghers
Felicitous
Writer's hope
This far gone
Receding waters
Shelter the man
In an image thine
Turned into glass
Impossible
In the flesh
A pilgrimage
To the skin
Under the paper
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