The Chord

Portrait of Erin Moure
Erin Moure 1955–

Courageous lair "might prevail" Waking up to her your "yellow coal"

Steals a its way

harm's imbrogliatic murmur to concatenate

has been "said" a mortal habitation or cut in air

that air leaks through

here too

***

Tricked again out of hope's chord

The oscillatory hum in the head, or amygdala

continual reaction in the wet mouth to old oranges, or

mistakes in form "I retain a clear memory of afternoon light."

A vertebra unfolds its wing, its smallest wing, the pleasure particulate of such a wing

(harp's corde)

a our mycelium

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