Look here's that uninvited Alien presence look it's here A shudder on the ocean of tea in the cup Rust taking hold On the edges of our laughter A snake coiled in the depths of the mirror Will I be able to hide you From your face in mine Look it's the third shadow On our imagined walk Unexpected abyss Between our words Hoofs clattering Below the vaults of our palates Will I be able On this unrest-field To raise you a tent of my hands Trans. by Anne Pennington Anonymous submission.
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