This last remittance, oily liquid pearls
by Gideon Burton
This last remittance, oily liquid pearls
upon the roughened surface unabsorbed.
The slightest trembling clutches at the core,
the edges fray, withdrawing as they curl
toward the ashen center salty-wet,
unlikely to unfold that little more
so requisite for what now lies in store.
These recent birthings, sloughing life we shed
in sticky distance, multiply the flow
and stench and pebbled measures, dense and taut,
replace the hard reluctances we know
so well, propel the simulacra's burst,
the stamen stilled or stanched or even cursed,
conceding that the voice is overwrought.
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