August 2013
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
fluttering web —
by Hiruharama's light
my will bleeds dry
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such darkness . . .
a kumara swells within
night's belly
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unmarked grave —
forest shadows rise
against the mound
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expanding night . . .
the sound of a morepork
between stars
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night vigil . . .
this stillness pregnant
with her presence
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a cosmic storm
twirls through her fingers . . .
butterfly sounds
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darkened church —
a votive candle lingers
in the mist
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broadcasting a storm
a widening web spans trees
of indifference
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'property is theft' —
the grey warbler raises
a shining cuckoo
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spring elegy —
a morepork prophesying
through the night
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rite of spring —
the path lost
in a delirium of light