Wednesday, August 8, 2018

Currer Bell

The jetty was formed by Martian hands.

They must have seen a point of vulnerability where the sea began-- and exploited how slowly
We, here, move to correct ourselves.

I was thinking about a bell.

The insides were unquestionable--copperish gutsy cluck bronze, with a char funk peal.
Little beads
Of scooped beebee metals dings clung to the wall--
A clammy yut or snail-pearled deadlog.

When it rings anymore, a bit away,
The cracks develops an urn

Apologizing--singing

Which is apologizing.

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