Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
Black On Black - Poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
Serrations of chimneys
A tree coils in core of darkness.
Incise the night.
A man slips into a doorway,
Black hole in blackness, and drowns there.
A second man passing traces
The diagram of his steps
On invisible pavement. Rain
Draws black parallel threads
Through the hollow of air.
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