Here lies Martes Flavigula, eternally beneath the splintered earth.

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Poems -

I lie in a geletin or
Dream the geletin
While monsters and
Roaring current
Startle a window in
Its frame that
Buckles and ruptures.
Geometeic fragments of
Glass populate the geletin
With me

Along with martens, goulish goats and the rippling fen -
these writings 1993-2021 by Bob Murry Shelton are licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0

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