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End-game

Her candor that of the horizon,
the air is bitter with spindrift

as marram-grass cross-hatches
his ankles. This evening

he realises and is realised by
Schopenhauer’s love: a deceit

contrived by the genius of our species.

April 2000, Dublin Street, Lyttelton

 


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