Sleepy Scryer
 

Still levitating, the Moon
a Speculum Maius �
and I am not in you
mine eyes
 
Dimmer by the second,
clicks a foggy Morse
between pools of heat and light:
 
this is the morn alright,
while bedazzled I�m haunted
by one or two scenes
from the nightshore
 
 
cmarc/31.5.02
 

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