Smithereens Press Chapbooks SP9 - 'Kodalith' by David Lloyd | Page 13

Petroglyph
Skin burrs. The thumbs impress
The fibres finding the grain
Of the stone. Such transfer,
The light writing turned ghostFlesh mapped in stone: did we
Remember the gifted one, the four
Staves of its opening? Nothing
Is given. It gives and is gone.

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