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O half moon---
Negro, masked like a white,
Amputations crawl and appall---
Me from that shadow---
The indelible buds.
Knuckles at shoulder-blades, the
Shove into being, dragging
Blood-caul of absences.
All night I carpenter
A space for the thing I am given,
Of two wet eyes and a screech.
The dark fruits revolve and fall.
The glass cracks across,
Flees and aborts like dropped mercury.
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