Like a river rich in time trout moved invisibly beneath us
Without concealing the afternoon on shitbed creek
When characterization split like a diamond uncorrupted
Wintry symmetry tied us to the banister: two shores
One soul of a blind alley and one of little jewels
Too diurnal to transgress the bedroom
Too much art and no cinder light to read by
Intuition a blameless advance in a bear hunt
That next year there would be different arms
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from The Stay Behind–published by Beautiful Days
Sold out on the press website, but there’s at least one copy on Asterism
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By Serena Solin π
ADJUSTMENT YOU Walk away again (EXCERPT)
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