this dark night
is like a simile
for nothing else
October 2017
down her cheek
a tear has no colour
of its own
for now
wherever i am
i'm there too
the full moon
exposing reveries
to live by
sleep in-turning death's portal
rising sun
anguish's slow descent
into platitudes
spring madness —
i plant odd haiku
in your mouth
i 'n' i
in a conjunction
of mysteries
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