a damask wall
telling tales of beautiful people
doing awful things to each other
(the moon bewitches)
she thought she could hold a fox
but it’s really got to be a loose grip
the fire grows unexpectedly,
as two bodies match up
from different planes
(“we will endure”)
he builds stories
from places of deep pain and mirth
a tapestry, a couple of hearts
searching for misplaced keys
but on a grander scale
(and we are timeless)
The Word Rummager 
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