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a doppelgänger calls ( sllac regnägleppod a )
…
i am not a ghost
or a black-eyed courier
knocking on the door
nor a passing parp
from the hoop of autumn’s arse
hark, the even’s roar
dancing branches snap
nightingales in rising gales
sing of sinking sand
i’m a secret twin
majik shadow’s otherling
from a mirror land
in the dimming’s bowels
as the kitchen kettle howls
as the spanners fly
wanderers return
everyone’s a gemini
catch my eye & die
…