Russian dolls

Waxing moons and nested words.
Evenings spent beneath a sky
Polluted by a city’s exhausted light,
Concealing stars behind
A screen of artificial dusk.

Clandestine verses.
Layered rhymes eclipsed by one another,
Faintly written letters marked with
Paling ink on paper torn and thinning,
Legible but incoherent.

Dig and dig and dig
And only scantly understand.
Parse a single line and
Lose it in the context of the line that follows,
Tracing patterns only finding that
The rhythm breaks upon itself,
Identities betrayed by masks,
Philosophies of Russian dolls and
Riddles told in silence to an
Ear in oil on canvas
In an empty gallery.

#melbourne #australia

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