| A Red Turning Earlier: A Postulate for Ali Alizadeh
 history’s obliterating reply failed by possession
 she clamours for ritual
 in the duplicitous grey dawn as distemporal images
 horizon sibilant on riverbed cinders
 we were but listless hunters
 adrift in the word’s white armature
  the consequence is chrysalid you are my ruins of earth
 half-articulated
 something consigned to memory plunges in the reflection of the white pall of image’s field
 our presence glitters in wounded constellations
 incanting you— on this consecrated ground
 I incant a name
 an image’s inchoate exteriority
 how do you atone for history in the landscape of the mind
 arrivals at the silence beginning
 
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