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x-solus-sol
incipit librum libellus
vii vila sub-x


the submerged coasts
midriff between codas
washes up charred driftwood
on sundown iron-wrought

where dunes sing stung whispers
on horsehair calves.
cover the eyes and
the wind's loss to fin

a completion of fire circles
on the dusk encampment
keeps a muffle of whole talk
with their heirs of holiday images

to a script casuistry
followed by condensed
conclusions to halves
until these souls can only

blush lambent
like a gaslamp in hum:
the propaduetics of
founded hope

bows windward
of the always-ever drawn
to a kick of instantiation
on the drape of a tablecloth.

the inlier folds out to
a window snail-lock
that clips open air
culverted by path pattern.