this old cloak of iron

a cobalt comfort thunder

none visit here

infinite depth of under

vixen light and her giggle

imp glimmer always runs

air a flashing minnow

peace and hope are guns

the surf sounds of heaven

i’ve become these scars

nothing’s touch is velvet

the widower of stars

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