He put me
A vague desire
To my tearless eyes
Bearing the burden, of
Days and nights;
Himself
Staying in peace, with
God and Grave
And, bellowing me
With
Unused dead-hands
To reach out
And comfort me!
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For those encountering this author for the first time,his oeuvre inhabits that borderland between what is clear and what remains opaque.