The sun settles into the eastern ice cap
and color lies
with polar eyes
where is that shadow when I need it?
cry
It's done rusted into mettle scraps
dusty piles
that shine, subside and fashion
a reason to redress
why
wear the hat of darkness decides
the covers sigh
and cloven lovers sign
in between what surely must
mostly musty be in
side
the simplest book
a fingertip
a dirty look
and thee
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