The Chord by Erin Moure
Courageous lair "might prevail" Waking up to her your "yellow coal"
Steals a its way
harm's imbrogliatic murmur to concatenate
has been "said" a mortal habitation or cut in air
that air leaks through
here too
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Tricked again out of hope's chord
The oscillatory hum in the head, or amygdala
continual reaction in the wet mouth to old oranges, or
mistakes in form "I retain a clear memory of afternoon light."
A vertebra unfolds its wing, its smallest wing, the pleasure particulate of such a wing
(harp's corde)
a our mycelium
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