Lance Phillips
Dark Gate
Vitalism her thigh contracts
Moving through rain
White cloth, ceiling vaulted,
Instance of death in the eye
In the dream
You lack that responsibility,
Pearl across scene,
Replace your hand
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Curl in succession, blackberry
Leaves, composite leaves, four
Origins: chaos, earth, the pit
And love
“Any ghost simplifies my time”
Bodily Who I am transitions
Into body in history, reverses
Casting on from her hand
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From downspout cardinal
“No, these are tableaus in which
Face is repurposed, its purview
Expanded, because stripped
of need” Mouth works or
Doesn’t against honesty
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Oversent, her shoulder, touched,
Consumes each young swallow
This alignment controls you
In time Skin crease over
Sternum produces altering
Sequence, crickets from door
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White death and then simply
Moving cardinal, once,
In place of her face There
Chronology shifts, wavers
As symptom of talk
Dislocating red arc