Marbles

The fiddler's bow, an angel's kiss,

coaxes love from silent quarters,

a haunting palisade.

Desire etched on sweat-slicked memories.

Judgements suspended in the gloom,

Something smiles.

A subtle puppeteer,

on the edge of uncertainty.

Stellar dust settles a sombre night's residue,

an elegy, singing hymns.

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