Merry Speece The 2River View, 7.2 (Winter 2003)
Shim

Into The

Love goes.
On a pulley.
(Or one of the other fucking simple machines.)
That cry
the cry
of a wheel.

Massive that someone
stands in that open
barn door there above.
An intelligent animal
ready with a shiny hook.

Now.
Christ unspeakable our loss into the dark.

Shim
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