Prune


Depths, mirrored in a place
Of infinite ripples
Indifferent skies edge above, glow
Beyond black digits clawing at the stars;
Obsolescence

Shed the tattered blanket strip
by strip until just
bare shreds beneath

a

  a wind to chill the bone.

Alone, so alone
For a moment slid across a cloud
till it touched then
into the heart
the moving mirror of me
swallowed by my heart
final instant between calm holding on
till empty the spasming
emptiness agitated still

     sinking,
 sinking,
  beyond what stops


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