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there was never a line to cross


washed over centuries

there from the start

under thin pewter horizon

pregnant with spirits

equations riveted in

a dazzle of constellate sadness

a spire blinded certainty


so forever straining to sing over

matt cracked ivory waves

to exhale in border countries

quicken from the set

a tiny footfall out of time

refutes the chanceless shanty

rivulets  between carnival cracks


you never but could ever defuse

such sulphur ground indifference

shake ten million tempered hooks

kobalt cast and loaded blue

your lop sided symmetry

an agony

a counterweight to the stars