angst cycle (iii)
[ư] (iii)

but beyond doubt there is still pain
it has faded like fading rings
long after the stone has sunk

and the sea has settled
the peaks interfere in motion
the cut bleeds

and it will for years
not so much the sea as glass
smoothing in its own iron time

once the final duty of liaison is done
once i can finally cut the fucking thing
i shall hunt for another type of iron






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