near dead
the wounded
parthian
to approach
no visible but dread
the empty plain
Timgad before or
after
any parthian or
vandal
ancient or modern
sere seer air
any came
any suit of skin
any sphere of eye
link look
into cool interlocatory
fuel
what is foolish in light
hyle book clue
teem
now fervor
engineer's fossil plat
no reflecting pool
re-flect-ting pool
and atop it
myrthing up by pedestal
or ankhi fete
the black sphere
dull and silent
he will die
and is not a woman
not found not judged by any
but the land
and his own path of decisions
and there and barely able to stand
weighed on by a heavy silent blankness
an empty torque of wandering vowells
curved into noons and swords
mid-knight its clock peel worth
valued
the echo line
the ring around the periodic go
the black sphere
this is not Timgad
this fiasco rig's hot piss
drains out to the sand
its eye crust to sleep
there is a period
at the end
of the amply crooked
synthrance
(image by Michael Schiavo)
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