Poem 1979 (6)

As

 

At each shudder
and hollow day
near as a touch
to this contraction
between the ribs
of life

As since first
was felt or heard
discord ring confused
on waters of mingled dream

As after helpless recoil
for fear
following sleep
again
we come to that
we cannot say.

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