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illucid the charm of the breakage point
asking of the forgotten
memory
to strip from once of blood till the shadow's edge
a sliver of skin dried in the sun's ambience
nothing of the extension
finally
sucked dry as grass abandoned
to the cut of the wind &
the razor glint
to cut
again
in the harvest of seclusion
in the dark
burning brightly
unrepentant
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all what pasture & the meat lacking in desire
flesh broke stone erasure
as was in the turning coil of absence rhythm
the lurk
the exposed pulse
dry bones to turn from amber lapse to
desire for the one thing of the final corrode
yet to turn in the
burning blood a turn till spoken nothing as before
we shadow stone
it is said
stone turn to fossil aptitude
at the foot of nothing's abandoned chambers
having turned the
closed winds
to burn
inhaled
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Michael Mc Aloran.
Author of over 40 books of prose_poetry, some artbooks, aphorisms, poetry.
Irish. Words. Paint.
Michael Mc Aloran is @MichaelMcAloran and @michael_mc_aloran
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