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Two books from Michael McAloran

Amber-

 

 

Corpse infinite silence

 

A jaw broken

 

 

Silt of my outreaching fingers

 

In the depths of the

 

 

Swell

 

 

For nothing

 

 

Shadow my grace

 

Embracing my jagged bones

 

 

Ashen whip dragging its teeth throughout

 

My amber

 

 

 

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Break unto…see the fathom…

 

Locked eye…open casket of…severed wings…

 

Swarm of rat…toothen blood…fleshed regalia…

 

Hollow pulse…lapse of sunlight…all hands silent…

 

Night of dead haste…forest of endless…absence tasted…

 

Shiv of all dreaming…ruptured skin…foreign abandon…

 

Here or there…broken silence…nothingness…

 

Here or what may never…lapse of death…ice…winds…

 

Here a nothing there a nothing… speech without sound…

 

Evacuated pulse…dreaming…still(ness)…

 

 

 

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