Lies aslant | just fallen | Meaning howls outside it, wanting to win, but this languor | has no victors | Call out into the snow, see how it answers? | Stroke a sleeve, being | glided to rest | breathe a stillness | back to the roots | the source | very young | moves an eye | trembling

Victim, not started yet | not called out | Peaceful, in a drift of gestures | waiting | quietly, blindly | patiently | like unworn clothes | hanging | Dew slips down grasses | moon | still visible | Carnage after, not now | Thrown and landed | just so | Dreams, neither | ended, a glisten | of scales, gills’ deepen | a slow | panting | Rolls, and opens | Fresh | birth, rain coming, also

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from the series fleeting pixel (series of 1,000 poems, 2012–2016)

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