MCDLXI

Every shadow has a shadow.
In the dapple a dark speckle, the meadow’s thirst.

Every sorrow has a sorrow,
a lessening lesson, a congealing ghost.

Density of loss;
a, ‘once was’

Grief not grudge. Extinction’s edge.
Last on the late last list.

There is a pang the weight of the sun’s fist.
There is a pang the weight of the sun’s fist

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