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o lethe:

we seek to speak
uncovered your tongue

from eye, the coin,
the gold-flaked back,

the blue tied up
in hospital gowns,

the umber where
the water flows.

no goods are exchanged
beyond this point.

no fall of flood
or flesh-panned silver,

no-one to leave
for heed or want

but only that which
our body gives you:

the gentle rasping
bend of hand,

the curve of
coin to lip

or, unassuming,
the fright of dust
from wing
to wing.

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