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Crossing The Meerschaum
Between seams of twilight
and the cricket songs
in my still quarters
of poetic silence
listening to spirits
crossing over my meerschaum
from one bowl to another
in correspondence
of a good quill haunting
dark tree of the chameleon
bleeding through the daunting
dripping on the skink
between seams of twilight
and the blistered pulse
as the raven rubs
death's a rabid mosquito bite
the pen recovered
crossing over my meerschaum
from one bowl to another
to relight my pipe
and the cricket songs
in my still quarters
of poetic silence
listening to spirits
crossing over my meerschaum
from one bowl to another
in correspondence
of a good quill haunting
dark tree of the chameleon
bleeding through the daunting
dripping on the skink
between seams of twilight
and the blistered pulse
as the raven rubs
death's a rabid mosquito bite
the pen recovered
crossing over my meerschaum
from one bowl to another
to relight my pipe
Published 11th May 2022
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