Gustaf Sobin

A Blue-Obliterative

balustrades, and--just beyond--a blue-
obliterative, taut to the haul of its
chopped currents. 'screen,'
they'd

called it, those
scriptless wastes, there
where the parched lips, irremediable, had
gone un-

lettered. whose token glows, you'd
ask? what word with-
stands the

sheer acidity of such
an assimilation? you, your knuckles coiled
a-

bout some illusory guardrail, utter the
silence that, alone,
still

echoes.

--Gustaf Sobin

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