197.
This is how separation begins.
A kernel of pain,
A dystrophic wing.
198.
The ticking of
A spider, summer,
In my sinew sticks.
199.
A power station emerges,
Like a picture, 1960s,
And then disappears.
197.
This is how separation begins.
A kernel of pain,
A dystrophic wing.
198.
The ticking of
A spider, summer,
In my sinew sticks.
199.
A power station emerges,
Like a picture, 1960s,
And then disappears.
