The Night Sisters
Over here there are
fever dreams filled with
inderterminate bypasses
of one heart, and then another
Over here are the
heaped excesses of one
mad mother from an excised
reign of oblate obscurity
Over here
in this saddened place
where the swells of evening and aging
consume No-Hope for breakfast
In Perpetua
the night sisters cry
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