this chest is the first in thestring of a new year 2 0 2 3
we here, welcome and thank you
and offer a family language
an anagram of the days, years ebbing
in the dust of Unika Zurn
Ashes fly
oh my, burnt worms,
ash of worms
nice they still wriggle in the urn
swim in other bones
a cold silver mirror
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