Spectral procession--
the pale gray skyline sharpening its focus;
nearer, the iffy crossing.
(Dazzle of first splendor
i come to you not a shriven martyr to noise
i place you on my shelf of fungibles
i know you in or out of my dreams
you are the Alkahest
you are the lidless occupant of the crypt
you the resounding shell
dazzle of even the drizzle

gone without touching me this time

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