DARK splinter echo
nerve im
pulse
the groyne above the turn
where it ends up
panopticon
it’s not
just look
the worship
chute
one
riflebutt away
from prayer silos
one none
Poems, Imitations & Translations
Saturday
The Britney Suite (23)
Labels:
Gabriel White,
German,
Paul Celan,
poetry,
The Britney Suite,
translation
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