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Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - Editorial-a cento using the works from Shadowplay Issue 4 The brown thrush signals end of day, after a whole life building, to be called a ruin.Your visions droop and wallow, sticky weepingwounds all black and tarred, the remains>A globe in the branches turning and burningbrightly into the de…ep heat of that day.faint cries coming over the water, along>Your curse cut me, and through the scabs, clamped inside the jaws of life, I wrestmy sleeves, their dead and dried up leavescurly at the base. Jagged slivers spew out>On the pavement like heavy rain, I was mute with the mutenessof a flamboyance of trees. Silencechanges shape to begin anew>And then at her feet of ivory and ice, my shadow crosses snow, with a distanceas vast as that which isolates the stars, a new brittleness in my chest>Let's not talk of ghosts, though.I hear them moaning a deep, continuous roar, a thing of beauty>I've felt myself morphing into another being, pointing toward a small silhouette.Stems push through broken stonesof the mirror surface, having trudged through>We're gliding through a passageway, the souls off to mourning songsand hunger, litter strewn, litter cleared, the leaves shaggy like billy goats.And I, off to perch into something else.My rusted ribs cave, cracking like the rattlingof small stones, the skywards swoopof my movement on cobalt-sheenedwings. Hope, the birds are still calling. Jenn BeachlerEditor-in-Chief of Shadowplay.
