marazion evening



evening weeps

softened rain, fox

stealth does not

disclose itself


lay-by listening

where trains

earthworm by

bringing elsewhere


a murmur of, a

a salt slow gasp,

reeds are in sinew

lengths and a


refusal of spider-

webs, uncurl oh

browse of stars

one flame after


another such

distant silver,

edges of dreams

meniscus edges -


hidden otherness,

it’s the view i seek

most, tonight quarter

gnawed moon


views from this

rained thru out

eye obscures,

no shade dances -


alone and multiples,

a handful first then

a compliant river, dark

does its shrouds


streetlights marooned

where the mount gulps

as a giant thru the gauze

of drizzle, thru incoming veils


more loneliness more

ever alone, out there

darkness is unknown,

a reflection back thru


the ink nudged glass

a copy of myself staring

outwards where seems

nothing is nothing


clouds perform in

thickened dresses

and re-position until

entire blackens


weeping has retreated,

wet heirs re-glisten re-

kingdom, barns, slouched

houses, crouched leviathans


let the mind’s stride

continue its feathers, hasn’t

the oak swayed enough?

and prey chased too much?


upon hearing shells in the

stubborn distance like a soothing

almost, like surf slurring, tumbling

in from lots of fountains


these nearby marshes where

the swans are unconscious

and the starlings enrobed,

small as shadows, dashes


a stream that leads to words

as the bulrushes fissle, where

the moon’s ointment doesn’t

quite spill as is crab like circled


evening embellishes funerals,

gone at the window gone has

light, atop the mount is immense, a

confusion of haloes, purple tonight


there are other worlds where dreaming incites,

oh marazion where the mushrooms flatter,

the lane is considered as the past

where the autumn of so many lives

are already spoken aftermaths


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