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Chamber Music

in the cold forest
we untie
our shoulder blades

through the cold forest
we walk to
a chamber of acting

stepping on dead leaves
making sounds of
triangle

a little finger
puts silver
on your eyelids

on a dancer's navel
a shining
winter star

on the stage of January
sweat and
throwing ribbon

the flower is sasanqua
your gaze floods
from your eyes

the sasanqua blossoms fall
only you
hold you

attempted cough
in the back of my throat
the last train

a frozen sky
the smell of smoke
escaping my mouth
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