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this page empty as your absence

                      needs filling

words circle

feeling slowed to response


shaken and thrown like bones

for a duplicate number

I show up blank and impregnable


    to catch me unaware

    stasis nightwalks

    mirrored in your stare


now that your stare   my mirror

has wrinkled and cracked to eyes

my hand wakens to you

and you to my hand     

folded open now

is the time to scribble

quick notes of underlying love

and slam you shut


    for I am resistless

    rolling to another face

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