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it comes and comes

Oliver Luker

Having to skim a froth, to peel a rind :
to take an edge and grind the surface,
score a life in the earthen rim.

The need to number with precision,
give new belief to an older frame –
discrete moments needing acceptance.

Obfuscate, coruscate – I’ve caught and gutted life in a net,
I’ve turned loose a lake of crusted remnants,
formed words and not let them be at peace.

We will remain when the others have gone.

Oliver Luker

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