a doppelgänger calls


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

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