Little, slight, bolt

ا

Little, slight, bolt: this breath
                          as vial
              tombing towards red
 

                     the strut of
                           dare &
the polite underpinnings of flame 

ب

This deathliness, this straw that gums
your
    mask shame banked horror midstream
    this broad, this upworld and drown

Will wilt? sawed through the myriads a
mild
    clasp of blue suffices and browned
    it marks the shrewd path to denial

پ
I tempered hook, the gait of
sallow noon

I mixed each nut of how and
vetted moon

I crucified the box and hum of
then & soon

I broke chalice, mirror, tune

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