fifty frozen frames from fresher to forgotten
unspool without a sigh,

unwaxing statues into slack-jawed oubliettes where
drying walls unsee magic lanterns dampening the shadows,

oiling lamplit slabs with happinesses dripped from
demijohns laid down and lost to lips.

unset ambers unlock the briefest mayfly flare
that slips through sticky surfaced water to its sleep and

loose-lipped promises unpledge themselves while
silk-skulled spires rescarve themselves in beautiful indifference.


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