between

between
   behind
      the palimpsest
   its glowing and
      articulation of darkness
palpable still only
   the deaths of others
   kill him
rubbing to
rubbing out to
the other on which he is writ
   is written
the burnishing itself
   destroys his names
leaving his losses
unreflected
   here

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since

since the
   striking by keys
since my
   striving to recall
      some inappropriate metallic
         missing typographies
struggle has
            bleached the marker
         left the stone
            unscriptured
only the way between
                    between the stones
inscribed
in that impossible
   other than peace
      he loved
      he loves

rests in
the snow soft in
the white snow soft in
   between
which is a huge space
   but has
                           no dust in the wide air and
no potential
for marking cutting scribing
on either side
   which
      there even there
         gathers its moss

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neither any that go down into silence

stars blind bright
   soul night
skin pricked
   pinned and winking
      stitched into each
         appropriate firmament
on thousands for a thousand
   darkened by sight
      this passage moonless
between death and nothing is
                                                   summon it
   wordless but

deafening