Sleeping through the eclipse
All enshrouded mind blocked by the body’s
Shadow. By the tired turn of blood longings.
But sleep, flesh. The skein of spheres
Writhes into night’s wormed wood one more knot.
Sleeping through the eclipse
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Two pathetic lines about the moon…(iv)
Two pathetic lines about the moon…(iv)
Unwashed stainberry, as kids we threw you
At each other like our future fallen selves
Two pathetic lines about the moon…(iii)
Two pathetic lines about the moon…(iii)
The eclipsed moon. A burned match head.
Mars its angry ember mimicking the cold arc.
Two pathetic lines about the moon… (i)
Two pathetic lines about the moon… (i)
like two fingers of cloud
the moon leaves behind
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