Ariel
Stasis in darkness.
The the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.
God's lionness,
How one we grow,
Pivot of heels and knees! --- The furrow
Splits and passes, sister to
The brown arc
Of the neck I cannot catch,
Nigger-eye
Berries cast dark
Hooks ---
Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something else
Hauls me through the air ---
Thighs, hair;
Flakes
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