"...And yet we belong
to the moon and when the ponds
open, when the burning
begins the most
thoughtful among us dreams
of hurrying down
into the black petals
into the fire, 
into the night where time lies shattered
into the body of another."

The Night
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The Night

"...And yet we belong to the moon and when the ponds open, when the burning begins the most thoughtful among us dreams of hurrying down into the Read More
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