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[untitled yule tide]— draft, page 5

[untitled yule tide]— draft, page 5

the sky keeps bright 
eyes on us — we 

look up into the cold
the tide makes

a friction like
a song in glass

that is     the tide sings
while it spins in glass 

so deep midwinter the light turns iron
there is no end to your tongue

•for April I will try to work out one page of a draft per day from a long poem in sections of 10 pages each

•the tide singing in glass is after Luke Jerram’s acoustic installation / sculpture “Tide” :

1 thought on “[untitled yule tide]— draft, page 5

  1. in love this light turning iron, my goodness

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