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I tried to steal your eyes

and see the world through

dark horizons, scarred impressions

beaten bloody hues

of retrograde rainbows


I could only get

half a handful

but palm to pupil sparked

a tune I could never hope to sing

and my fingers, slick with tears

released and fled


Your world is not mine to enter

but I have never stood

in so beautiful a doorway





*For Róbbi

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