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Black On Black

Serrations of chimneys

Stone-black perforate

Velvet-black dark.

A tree coils in core of darkness.

My swinging

Hands

Incise the night.

A man slips into a doorway,

Black hole in blackness, and drowns there.

A second man passing traces

The diagram of his steps

On invisible pavement. Rain

Draws black parallel threads

Through the hollow of air.

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A. S. J. Tessimond
1902-1962 / English
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