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[ PM ] Night

 took her bed---      
nothing but water      
dark;      
     
perfect      
     
Stars floated around      
a river so full at times      
arranging into something;      
     
they never slept better      
     
Back on earth      
as skirts of lichens fell      
     
I rose      
     
among white moths      
LUMINOUS      
     
and      
     
insects fire breathing      
DOOM!      
     
Before all their      
pocket kingdoms small---      
the dozen birds who      
do work in between      
seeds      
     
If heard by stone      
my least remembered      
thoughts thought me      
     
Morning light grappling      
with tree branches      
tenderly ...      
     
Darkness?      
     
She      
     
had      
     
vanished
 
 
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