Blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsSpring 2012 v11n1
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MATHIAS SVALINA

The Wine-Dark Sea (I)

So many suns
clanking
& for each, also,
an inner noise.

The writing
never stops
descending
into its own hole.

What is the opposite of a hole?
The sun?
Photographs?

I think it is astonishment.  


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