Schaffhausen to Martigny
Enter rust crags into frontiers that I never fully
examined in the first place.
Top notch eclipse of a voice
experienced, yet stirred, pushed (drawn?) to the
outer banks grasping for horizons
fretting in the mud
cornered, not buried
commotion, yet halted. In a pocket:
key ring, scissors, toothpick, tweezers, pliers,
chisel, wire cutters, corkscrew…
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