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Each grave sits alone in the dark winter's night, illuminated by a soft candle left many hours ago by the small hands of a grandchild, or perhaps the withered and tired hands of a widow. All Saints Day has come and gone in Finland, and once again the tombstones wait out the heavy emptiness of a cold November sky. An echo falls upon the snow from the north; the River Aura insists on making herself known. She scorns her black invisibility delivered by the misty atmosphere and rushes on towards the city. There, surely, she will find light and life willing to pay her proper recognition. It is unlikely that the tombstones remember the city. It

Hiss! like a falling loving flysingdoving greybird A wintery dying greybird     cooing to a neverseen sea     So sounds the pot of tea Bullets, boys, your bullets please fulllipsplease and holding words for women, holding     hopes for greater glory     I've known wars less gory Brewing in a smallish cottage Losing wattage quickdarkly Scouts march in quickdarkly     here now Dove, they've heard us     to freeze, my Dove, they'll turn us

With some perfection I keep     the Cemetery Candle lit on the table     even after learning its purpose     to dwell on the deaths of this soft season. Our mother always asked? I keep the house dark     Joke's on you, mother: my curtains are open     and the whole World is dark, now,     to dwell on the deaths of this soft season. Left, the hot teacup, my grasp beckons     my righthand greedily unstopping     writing and taking the page's invitation     to dwell on the deaths of this soft season. My glasses lie unwanted on the grey     of a flickeringly-lit Table     I left them so I could think blindly     to dwel

Thousands of stretches of mile and road Fold and unfold before me Gulf, your cold beaches melt into town Nowhere around or near me Your sister attempts a surrogate hug Her waters are mug gy and sunshined For all her intents this Gulf is not you But yes, she will do in the meantime

Static-like hums your magnetic dress Clutching at the seams of a wire Wrapping itself like a virulent tire 'Round the neck of a switch in distress Raising their amplitude to repent, confess Melting down the cracks of the dryer Smelling of smoke you gasp at the fire Wide-eyed as the buttons you press You're the forward slash between the I/O Caught in spaces between the waves Sunbathing daily in the power pools Backpedaling along a bemused diode You build torture dens in metal caves Unwitting tormentor of electric souls

Skittering like kaleidospecks She told us, they flee observation That those memories warptwistfallbreak , little by little , upon each recollection. So with all the heartbreak A soldier's mother swallows I grit my teeth and fill the box: Last summer , our first kisses , the sun and the sea This summer , glacial embraces , mountains and waves I look back and pull, dusty, Bloody memories from the back: That spring , blue sheets and skies , warm smells and notes First spring , the girl at the park , phonecalls in the dark She said each thought alters With every indulgent memory Turnandclick locks the box Losing you is ha

A coat made of charcoal and a bag full of roe It's easy to be there for you when I've no place to go Hitching to the other coast a penny below broke Steering nighttime travel tales in a streetlamp's smoke Failing every task while inventing the bizarre I get lost in the woods but I'll take us to the stars Careening onto bridges over a scissortoothed sea Her jaws unhinging rusty notes to Canon in D You called in the night like a boiling egg Bubbling over with some favors to beg I couldn't stand to see your soul bursting out the cracks So it's three A.M. and here I am racing on the tracks A coat made of charcoal and a bag full of roe

Fox and Hare and Mouse Upstairs in a wooden house You would make a pretty spouse Hare might say to Mouse Fox asleep by ten Coal stove heating up the den Dreaming of lupine again Blooming from a pen Hare likes to unwind Hare is not the fretting kind He asks Mouse to please unbind Mouse lives in her mind Front door never locks Hare asleep in cotton socks Upstairs in a wooden box Mouse and Hare and Fox

We break up into little spots I am the little myselves I live in the Eachplace She flies past in a glowing laugh She is the girl I love She races to Oneplace Ours is a chase vain Ours is a chase unending After her through the Eachplace Better than to sulk fast Like a giant Empty Like her brother in the Noplace She is so quick so light She always knows her strength And her place in the Allplace We assemble from little drops I am the little myselves I live in the Eachplace

He to her is the cosmos whole The Night gleams in adoration To give him just that her only goal Streaked with green in heavens cold She greets her Sun in celebration He to her is the cosmos whole Love is a tundrous northern glow Amongst source and illumination To give him just that her only goal Night sings in a frequency low Lullabies with rays for a station He to her is the cosmos whole Sun grins a youth's bright hello Wanting only fierce infatuation To give him just that her only goal Striving like mad to break and go She pulls to match his elevation He to her is the cosmos whole You, Night, are lost in radiant flow A bl