within the confines of metal

within the confines of metal

within the confines of metal
i am struck by the lasting
impressions of faces
on impermeable plaster walls
like fingerprints on mirrors
void only by smoked water
yet traceable in the thickest fog

it is while contemplating the permanence
of left marks that also
within the confines of metal
i consider the role of brooches,
diamond-crusted atlantic salmon
swimming up waterfalls
and against currents
to land within our valleys

our crooks and
nannies

who fills the greyed crevices of a sanded-down castle?

within the confines of metal
those leaves pink
like a pearl
i think i saw
on someone else’s
face

        in their
nooks
and crannies

our valleys fill with fog

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