To The Surf and Seagulls
Strange Echoes

That I Know Well


Black is the color of

A frozen tree
Black is the door
Where you are
Misbegotten is my
Hymn here
Teasing bulk
To the floor

Stars don't wander
This far in
Plates don't serve 
My kind
Barbers don't 
Samba with a 
Tale This Grimm
Darkness knows
its blind

Purple is a haunted
Word
Strikes like
Tinted 
Glass
No more
You hit the phrase
A hidden grin
You say it's sure
To pass

But your wooden
Rancor splits
And sounds in
A wood that wants
A limb

You'll fall
I'll flat
We'll purpose 
Fat
And cream
The born up
Brim

So stay the train
To this dark place
I'm walking 
Wheels with 
Timbre

They saunter 
Through your
Overgrowth
To stuff a world
Too limber

For my own light
You squeak your
Lighted tune
Your pretense 
Crows along
Poor fool
Your heart
Your lyrics chime
Too dull
To shine this wrong

Please you
Whatever gods may be
Make room my heart
Make room my 
Joints for this
Weeping 
Carousel

I can't

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