1.
Born once, I turned away, rejecting zap and fumble
– the intricate, the piety of lurid expectation
Born twice, I hit firm, made my report, stayed stock still
as light cracked through and sought me out
Out here I spin through frenzy until night is full of colour
slowlimbed life barely registers, lost thickets creak
2.
Tell me Lavender, tell me Lime, how is the world today
how pops your pursepocket blossom, your zest?
Daylight worn so lightly now, the cost of it shrugged off
casually, old fibres snagged on thorns
All down this longdead river, far beneath the crumbling spoor
breath is a mystery – above, air rare as Larimar
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The Cabinet of Heed 