Evening Falls

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Words collapse to shadow-words.

Sibylline riddles spill-out Coffee grounds each time you say, I’ll say. 

To bend back the memory of St. Petersburg, Unbending. 

After the rape, a girl stands before a mirror.

She is willing herself to cry, she is Willing.

Her Europe, the only Europe. 

An Epoch 

……………..and a blur—