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wrest and rend

great loves outspun

hang derelict upon

low-light's rungs

ripened heights

quite becoming

of the littlest sun:

i degauss, then revive.

as you are absent,

golden, and unaware

i take you as tincture

for what's hollowed me

clean through

swallow my provision

in teaspoons, as allowed

where red-dappled frost clings,

and sleepy teeth lean lazily

to say that we are still here

though it is costly to repair

what guileful righteous

indignation paints

the wildflower's boundary,

bookended by the borrowed:

i'll one day be

someone safer

she says my groundskeeping

needs improvement,

at best.