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Bradley Strahan
Falls Church, USA

What's bred in the bone

Red and hard, the borders

of this book, this handhold

on the sane. Blue and dark

with spindrift clouds

the evening crowds in

riding earth's back.

Witchclock, broomhandle

to the moon, spavined nag

counts no time. Blood, blue

and red, a'pulse beneath

the watchfires

and crippled flesh.

Between the texts of dream

moonflowers and madness.

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