and then our exile

Saturday, March 05, 2005 at 7:49 a.m.
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days when the long robes i care for lose their purpose.
ghairu anni uhissu qiyda 's-sijeeni
-
the hills step off into whiteness.
people or stars
regard me sadly, i disappoint them.
the train leaves a slow line of breath.
o slow
horse the colour of rust,
hooves, dolorous bells -
all morning the
morning has been blackening,
a flower left out.
my bones hold a stillness, the far
fields melt my heart.
they threaten
to let me through to a heaven
starless and fatherless, a dark water.
-SPlath, Sheep in Fog
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