Literature: poetry V

xx

this site

by Kilian

speaking

I'm not represented

here and in these words

in juddering sequence,

move then and

map

the vast, shady piles,

therefrom clap-

trap,

a stutter is gushing out,

night-blue sallowness

where it defiles

with rigours and odds,

but now 
cycles have ended

and augur 

remains a lie, what I 
was all about,
I cannot 
identify