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Parting three times.
Three mornings threaten like broken dancers.
1.
Pale Aurora cuts her wrists in the east.
2.
Swifts' wings unstitch the sealed wound.
3. Gormless --
one of those old words that persist only in the privative,
such a deflation after that delicate spill of vowels,
a failure of poiesis. As in
the gormless flush of songbird chat without you in it
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