
this every stone turned
hides another lie
buried in permafrost
look to the other
find your heart within
chase the chill away

this every stone turned
hides another lie
buried in permafrost
look to the other
find your heart within
chase the chill away
back against metal
frost skin bruised
waiting for the sun
concrete chipped cuts
those nylon nerves
screaming for the sun
i love you like
you don't love me while
dawning before the sun

flood homes we float
from staircase to stair
debris seeking alone
adrift, scattered words
waterstained india black
flowing as souls do wet
hands our fingers bite
sending words awry
breaking fountains
feathered
washing stone

these shadows on the moon
cast a face of yours in pale
throwing stars numbered
sharp, cutting and fallen
will we remain the unforgiven?
in one year or three
we will see if you walk
down south lane dreams
see if knots truly bind or
if unkindly ones give tell
the ocean's scent carries
even here

This morning I was able to identify the buggy element of the commenting system and now things seem to have settled down on the site in that respect. Or, rather, comments and WordPress.com integration have been behaving as expected all day and I’ll count that as a win.
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