*[ WSB ].
Feathers, beeswax, thread :
The sun or the sea,
One can end up dead .
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*[ WSB ].
country—Shifts before the wailing
Stretches bluer beyond
What little railing
Guards the Country from runaway trains .
The cult of the cow
Pat the dust from their knees,
Wondering . . . How ?
But realizing now
That the plated gold
Was of of the fool’s type : finally,
The rabble laments our broken tablets .
*[ WSB ].
The night cow
Lows in Nuttime .
On the bogland,
The ba birds light .
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Of the pinpoints that flare us,
Polaris is the brightest star in the night sky ?
Are you Sirius ?
With the barking dog nearer,
Polaris can’t bear to be brighter .
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*[ WSB ].
In harlequin air :
As the nocturne purrs .
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Pairing aspects half-axis blockage of light
With the separation of about a fortnight :
Both sackcloth-black and bloodmoon shadow sight .
*[ WSB ].
Just one catch :
Scratch no match !
*[ WSB ].
Occupation : Poet . 