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EXORDIUM

from A Dearth of Prose


Their memory is forgotten
like the exordium ten minutes ago
they said in the library
where cloth-bound cloisters
lent the eye
of a reader
to speak verse
in silence.

Paperback cathedrals
hardback Michaelangeloes
studied the linen walls
echoed the sound
of nothing.

Anarchist monument
written in folds
of leaf
foil-stamped.
Here come the moths
carousing
carolling
they write a different book
inside the folds of yours.






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