October: Breviary (X)

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I know you.

Just beyond destructive geography

spoken in unknown language,

we have gone back

under cover.

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For some reason,

we haven't managed

to learn our first explosion

of crab apple.

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You are a dream.

As the end will be.

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I named you Corinthian Night

(night full of sea).

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We are made of words.

There is no place for us.

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Long after the Styx

has been replaced

-between our cracked lips-

night enters the unsaid words.

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It's October now.

We'll never know what

all we've been.