April 2015

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here comes everyone

globalising images

of autumn

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in the towns

the rusting debris

of empire

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on our wedding anniversary

one bed

for 360 moons

you and I

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lights out —

shadows on the street

divining stars

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words words words —

always the shortfall

from birdsong

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loose-leafed light —

dreams of empire

rot below

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light alight

the ash of words

inscaped

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womb-dark

the stillbirth

of light

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wafer moon

between his fingers

a wormhole

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new moon

at one with

the night

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new moon . . .

a glimpse at nothing

right through it

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wordsmith stone

rewriting (l)intimitations

of mortality

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exacerbating this nowness of words

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breathless

in the dark silence

of 3 am

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a fall! a fall!

haiku momentum lost

in Latin

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voices far off . . .

deep in late mountain light

greenness rises

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of morning

the best of what was

in a word

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shooting stars

my sights skew

inwards

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old age —

cave drawings move

on the wall

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third-hand smoke

what was never before

becomes the all

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a breeze

breathes about

the absolute

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putrid silence

ancient eels sip

the surface

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Anzac poppy —

the first taste

of colonial blood

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mountain light —

mouthing words until

they do not do

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the same fingers

flickering still

to the death

of light

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a camera

marking the death-knell

of becoming

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autumn tide —

which way tugs

stronger?

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puzzlement

clouds eyes gazing

at clouds

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curling sunset

the death toll

of leaves

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shortfall

with each year

I am less

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