Written: August 17, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud
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Penumbra veils the verge of mind—
half-light leans along the whispering wall,
where silence shivers, silver-thin.
I imbue the dusk with breath,
an azure ember kindling in the throat of recall.
Elixir bleeds from fractured faces of clocks,
time tincturing itself drop by dulcet drop—
each pulse a bruised, stripped wound.
Storms spiral in the marrow’s moaning,
yet love lingers—
remembering what the mind forgets.
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