This poem was distributed in December 2020 in the last edition of the year’s letter series, Raven Mail.
I hunt between the streetlamps nightly
cries of ghosts in shuttered bars,
& feel my own life as light & unlikely
as in the darkness between two stars
where nothing else remains perhaps
but two bright planets spiralling,
each equal prey to equal traps,
a furious, loving fall & spin,
blind in furious revolutions,
raging as they spin & fall,
blind to all great machinations
like the last couple in the shuttered dancehall.
The more I hunt, the more I find
the more I find, I tread less lightly.
It should suffice the patient mind
to never know but know how likely.
Berlin, December 2020
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