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Later we will laugh, shake moonlightoff our clothes like ash. For now we stare at the clock. Theday wears, tired as mechanism.

An emotional intensity and metaphysical landscape reveal the dark spheres of a collective conscience in this beautiful yet haunting narrative poem. This tale, with its dazzling turns and deafening silence, delves deep into the heart of a grizzly Toronto murder, offering a stark reappraisal of urban existence and its heartache. A narrative eroticism that presents multiple viewpoints drives readers through blocks of prose poetry and reshapes the...