Two poems by Michael Mc Aloran

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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