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I could not find you

As in shadows night-cast you hid

Bat-cloaked black in

Silent perpetual pre-dawn –

Behind dream-closed doors

Like galleried pictures holy-hung

Lost, forgotten

Fractured and unrecognised –

Your image lingers still

In recall’s desperate gathered dust


Images of a long-burned Sun –

A blurred connection

Glints off Ariadne’s broken thread

And Time’s cruel mists

Shroud-like encrypt your memory