A poem by Tina Bass
Emmenogogue
on the edge of it
speaking softly she said
I do cohere you
he executed each sentence summarily
all things from egg
do you understand?
prostrate yourself
become lumpen mash upon hard ground
night-lights cut through 'lack of'
caution proceed with caution
observe incidentals
rules can be ignored
she was made for days like this
brittle cutting-cold summer
colouring bleeding smudges
blue-sky icing cloud-bubble
decoration
like a child
embracing the notion of morning
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