King and Mountain

In quiet moments

the king lost faith in
order: its violence,
its clarity.

In another castle

a new prophet of winter is at rest
in an elliptical sunset; he
possessed nothing.

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The Stand Ins

They make moments talk
by roughing up everything incidental

And they enjoy their doomed life together
beyond changes

Their destruction untangling it all

A tattered, honest
shape to carry out to sea

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You & Me

look powerful
while the old
Me is missing
some pieces.

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