For the support
Of breath leaking for
Oil like thawed glass
In cathedrals containing
The body of a baby
A waterlogged glow
Or a stirring, sinking
Merciless woman, cranked
And diving deeper
Curbed
Like a black oak
On a resplendent evening
In keenest territory of
Bewildered woods
4 June 2009
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