the killing time

a poem that makes no sense to me now but maybe it will later

that’s usually how it goes

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The killing time

In the gray blue dusk 		the coyote courts the beagles in the trees
Calliope unhangs the moon 		waters the forest with her tears
climbs a peak and at the top 		destroys the seeds	
	I am the smallest
		but to Apollo  you’re my mountain
he lights a fire at her knees	
		
             On an island at the center of the world 	beyond the ghost of mistake
                                the veil of reality        breaks	
and the beast        never alone in the mind of a heathen
changes the words in her heart          til she feeds him

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