setting mists

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Garment of weariness is who i am,
the shadow of a gaze besides.
Of orpiment & merriment there's scads
for now, in this clime.

Unfinished means finished among these walls
i halfway sought to lodge between,
with words hazarding willy-nilly upon
gravel tracks & shaky wheels.

Desire that snares, & yet the only hymn;
organizes some tea, & then a tribe,
shoots Pluto-wards or squib--
in this place, in this time.