09 Gen Timothy Lavenz: Hideaway
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Pursuant to the thrice-
timed revolution in
character,
inside emblem’s tragedy
for my turnabout’s
prepare,
this letter,
mighty vocable
incinerator,
shares the intoned
plight.
Dim, in droves, our
contriving;
dimmer still the smoke of
no goodbye.
A batting lid sanctifies
the losing battle-
cry. Another lid
carries to coldest
distance
mourning screams. Last
lid
embraces all
paraphernalia
of remembering
dropped below surface
echoes
into fire-naming.
For a second’s humble
harrowing,
it sees, thawed, jaw-
locked in exasperation,
anticipation’s
exhumation
overreal.
Timothy Lavenz Berlin 2018