castle-maine turners receive
threats knotted in glass
beasts of burden stalk mangers,
spilling frankincense in mir.
ink on ribbons brings marked
velvet papers with irregular rhythms,
strokes on strokes
keeping toll with high pigeon
dreams
making make, it’s time enough
to find there’s days of
absolution built into
calendar years
creep into smithies by iron-
fire light, forge tinkers
and test-tubes
leaving only baby wraps
and evenstar dreams.
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