First, there’s a single light,
then a pleiades alone deep in
the dark but the focus lightens
and it’s reflected on a lifebelt
and the mooring figures gathered
at the edge of what you know, is the dark
water freezing sodium, sky, come here
to the inlet look what is it empties
and fills, passion, but obsession
a sense of the slump in the night
little shapes dormant carriers,
but obsession, it returns predictable
as leather in the backbone
quiet fixation ruled by the the order
look out, back to the finish that night
mooring a loose square into focus.
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