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Anemochory, Leah Silvieus In Anemochory Leah Silvieus effortlessly glides from space to space, city to city, drawing us through this world where "Even the sea cannot contain itself."

Stone flung to crater: we gather what we can of the dead, but they remember us in our entirety, filling our pockets with bones and pink rhododendron.

We pass the pavilion, toward the swooden skiff, its nets suspended in loam. You winnow through the ruin of the porous shore, your hands murky with sea urchins, palms stung with their dying stars. The basalt gods gaze on, graved full of moon. They eclipse dark at dusk. They are not our gods.

You move among them, a constellation of absence threaded through the fractured lights.

-- Hallasan, from Anemochory