Concealment, if there was a flip side

Agates Hart

they already tell getting Here is always the labyrinth of the map

in order hanging over sounds like unknown weeds, titles

of poems not good in front,

of the sound of the night cooled down motion.

I then arboreal your face so all over this called structure

behind the bright moon told: just go to chess matches, roaring,

be it is not writing for me something you never made deeper

like when you do not know the number

of times in the world injected the whole feeling of blowing my

garden

of the long winter girl rather when the mine.

then tell me constantly plates are something

considered varnished and the trees will plant my name

invisible

forgotten too.