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                                                      after an hour
                                                      writing under
                                                      the soft lamp

                                                      the moth –
                                                      folded like
                                                      a stick –

                                                      had stepped
                                                      from the sill
                                                      to the voile

                                                      curtain and
                                                      hung there
                                                      upright

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

combe end wormhole: the son
net curtain wormhole: ‘at night …’
time wormhole: ‘turning right …’
writing wormhole: ‘when sitting I am just sitting maybe …’