Where speed-flitting thought fizzed behind her eyes
I strained to match and mirror, synapses
Failing in reflex-inadequacies.
The ageing breezes of Autumn return
With the reflux of spinal memory,
Cities rusting in blue toxicity.
Silver, smooth, immaculate: she lay – the
Cloud-snuggled girl in the tabernacle –
Pettled, bedded behind the pulsing veil.
The dream consigned to cobweb, it re-sparks
And infiltrates – bluey-red tinder light –
Like waking to the exeunt that night
Of shadowy movement, and the door slam,
And the protracted sense of invasion.
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