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[ Poetic Medic ] 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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