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Decipulum

from Shibboleth by Ophiuchi

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curated dust
constellations of our bones
resin from the hive of hives
plexus from
the muted stones
formless forms and
mindless strings
a mind before
the weight of things

twist
in the wind
with a yoke
with a separated void
and firmament

a call to prayer?
new wine, old glass

marrow of the spaces in between
mary of the shekels of
a call to prayer?
to mules
with broken backs
and hooves of glue
a call to prayer
a call of spite
and borrowed things.

Half-maker man
made the lines on my hand
a friend of a friend
drew the lines in the sand

twist, in the wind
with a yoke
with a separated void and firmament

down below in
the twenty-nine
I found I had no gills
down below in the sublime
my pockets had no use
tranquil in the murk
i found I had no feet
i am made of dirt
i am incomplete

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from Shibboleth, released April 30, 2021

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