[Issue 1 / May 2012]

And what little light

appears to emanate

from the beaded black-eyed cormorant

hovering above

a distended asphalt sea

and what little light infiltrates

the gilded mirror’s faceless anonymity

scouring the empty corridors

behind the dead-bolted palace door

and what little light there is

to penetrate

the briny petrified

stone-enlaced heart

imprisoned behind

the isolation of one mind

imprisoned behind

the scarlet-lined molecular thread

imprisoned behind

the tearless eye’s encrusted gaze

imprisoned within

the cloaking

intimate

self-impaled

shallow

rasping

breath

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