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harvest from the dark

The tent of thought

the invisible geography

The field of brightness

The game’s afoot and we’re called to it

hundreds or thousands of electric bulbs

seven-foot drop to the swirling black waters.

The barges and water taxis were few this night

the sealed snuffbox was still in his pocket

Where it pours bean green over blue.

spark bird

hound from heaven

The woof of darkness

Praise the rain; it brings more rain.

pink flames burning the clouds

Of strings in hollow shells

This is the ship of pearl

a shield of silver water

a thousand feet of sunlit air

Dead Sundays.

subliminal rumbling along the fault lines of the real.

on the far side of the looking-glass