When certain filigrees smooth
our canoe with filiations
or fill our hold with hidden bodies
tears are rovers' barracoes.
Soothing scenes, temporary effects
make orphan, phantom limb, nation
possessed of sinisterpain, an apparition of extremities,
branches of horror tree.
Nor may mast or caste form
one seamless mood however
temporal, so that ever-theoreticalour mingled threads, our mothers
die, fathers disappear, our weary
fail at progress in neighborhoods'
norms, dreary as faithin worms, ousted facts, teeth-tiered
variablesfaith: our surface.
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