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Comfort or quiet
nothing echoes when
the windows let up their gaze
snow falling somewhere, breath inside
soon a child’s steel will freeze
no thing can satisfy me no
you will never be enough, mollify.
I walk beyond seasons all the glass
surrounding the lattice
I am the windows are not quiet
storming, their work is tempered by chariot fire
by mythic largess by greed by
I though afraid as I am of comfort
or quiet or you or the deep polish
of window panes I choose I choose
Together we conspire
the hard wet world
strapped into his claws
or that pours her sweet apple
pearl rolling down his flaying edge
(cloud or breath the shape of digging
smaller till the brutes’ stomach fills
no more the sugar of syrup
no matter the salted reflective cast.