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| Mu’in Musavvir, "White-Eared Bulbul Perched on a Pink Rock" (ca. 1676–80) |
Untitled (apothecary)
The cliffs will return with the gifts of
our anatomy spiraling clarity hardly
responded to the phenomena my sins
carry me for a time our bodies intertwine
living shrine i cannot define all that
happened to me for the pain’s no longer mine
olbers’ paradox
had gone unexamined enormous swaths
of cloud formations activated fell asleep on
the front lawn of the library two became none
i cannot describe the scrum two made
to transmute us in the corner of my camera
lens electric sunspots glinted through trees again
we became less illusory wandered brutishly
toward elucidation the streets spoke initiations
i’d craved you said spoon with me it’s winter
each temple faced eastward warm colored azure
arrived before the river’s mouth fields of snow
silence often put aside stacks of books groceries
walked past several bus stops faced the wind beside
myself again being human involved abrupt stars
J.L. Moultrie. Four Poems by J.L.Moultrie. Hobart, December 15, 2025.
